| I been goin thru some things
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| and don’t nobody understand me mayne — I wan’ride candy mayne
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| I been goin thru some things
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| hopin my niggaz stay the same, but they always change
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| I been goin thru some things
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| I been goin thru some shit, from my niggaz — to my bitch
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| and these niggaz wanna snitch (why)
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| I wanna get rich, but sometimes I don’t believe
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| tryna sell a hundred — thousand but they burnin my cd’s (that's fucked up)
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| niggaz and bitches please won’t you give me help
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| get yo ass off that computer and buy the shit up off the shelf
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| cause I wanna ride candy mayne just like the others
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| sometimes I wish I should’ve took the good route like my brother
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| these niggaz say they love ya but they steal ya dope
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| call you up back like that and try an steal ya hope, I still cope
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| and these niggaz wanna rap about you
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| know you a solider, but they still wan’bring that savage out you, to get exposed
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| and these hoes they for the money, tell yo old lady dirty lies but they know
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| they frontin
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| check this out in Baton Rouge it’s real wicked
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| and you can’t go platinum down here cause this ain’t New York City
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| and all my cousins doin time, thuggin in the Penn
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| I’m thinkin bout 'em everytime I take a sip of Henn
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| and I ain’t gon’lie I don’t wanna be like Camoflauge
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| I met him one week, next week he died — I almost cryed
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| I been goin thru some things
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| and don’t nobody understand me mayne — I wan’ride candy mayne
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| I been goin thru some things
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| hopin my niggaz stay the same, but they always change
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| I been goin thru some things
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| Stay hatin cause I’m V.I.P
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| ride thru my city with my hat bent like T.I.P
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| I’m all G, they got alot of niggaz signin deals
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| but they can’t talk what I be talkin cause I spitt the real
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| till I get killed, and these niggaz changin like the weather
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| think he ya nigga but you lookin at the fuckin devil
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| who want ya bezzle and that boy steadily wish he had
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| jealousy got niggaz creepin, down to bust yo ass
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| we livin fast but you know this how it gotta be money, cars, hoes, and clothes till they pop at B this for my niggaz down in Texas on them fuckin swangas
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| who got the whole other side of town wantin to stank e’m
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| and Lil’Boosie mayne I been stressin cause the shit I did (what I did)
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| not wearin a rubber got me stuck now with three kids
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| this shit is real — wish I had a real friend to holla
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| they tend to laugh when I tell 'em bout my fuckin problems
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| but I be stackin the fetti, so momma straight when I’m gone
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| I been prayin for Webbie — cause Webbie wild with that chrome (damn)
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| I been goin thru some things
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| and don’t nobody understand me mayne — I wan’ride candy mayne
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| I been goin thru some things
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| hopin my niggaz stay the same, but they always change
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| I been goin thru some things
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| I’m sippin gallons, tryna ease the pain (leanin)
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| hopin my niggaz keep it gutta, but they seem to change
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| that’s why I’m solo, blowin do — do in a different city
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| thinkin these niggaz tryna do me but they rollin with me my hoe the sickest, but she listen to what the streets say
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| that got me stressin cause she might be leavin any day
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| I tryed to pray but when I holla he ain’t holla back
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| that’s why I’m missin prayers daily tryna get these stacks (why that)
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| cause the situation that I’m in the judge tryna send me to the Penn and give me ten — and do me in
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| got me stressin on some major shit
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| my momma agin and my grandma and my baby sick
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| this hatin shit, got me one step away from clickin
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| these me against the world livin’got all my people bitchin
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| I looked my momma in her eyes, told her respect the game
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| she like «Boosie leave it alone, look you playin games"(dang)
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| I been goin thru some things
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| and don’t nobody understand me mayne — I wan’ride candy mayne
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| I been goin thru some things
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| hopin my niggaz stay the same, but they always change
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| I been goin thru some things |