| The streets of my city be gritty
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| Young niggas pack plenty, and ain’t never show no pity
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| Many die on streets of concrete, blasted from the heat
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| From under the seat, niggas just tryin' to make ends meat
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| Trying to eat, day to day livin' with no religion
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| Luxury cars, and this money got my full attention
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| School teachers and the preachers don’t know what to teach us
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| They don’t get a second look without them ghetto features
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| Created so the non pigmentated rated
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| Pornographic caught they children learn the words and say it
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| Save the monsters, but don’t nobody know the lord
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| Status depends on the baddest shit you can afford
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| And look at me I’m in the middle of the confusion
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| Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion
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| Take it how you wanna take it
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| I gotta twist and break it
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| Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake it
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| And if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable
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| Money’s foldable, fuck a hip-hop quoteable
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| Nobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this shit
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| Broke this shit, but that ain’t new so I can cope with this
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| Hope it get better for those who don’t get a chance
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| To advance, and dig the shit I be saying
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| You know what might make what I say a little clearer
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| If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror |