| Bury me a G I took the code at early age,
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| Life as a cook open the book and turn another page
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| I remember tryna make it selling cheap drugs
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| Didn? |
| t have a father so I idolized street thugs
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| Jumping gates and ducking laws on a daily basis
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| At 17 I’m catching cases now I’m trading places
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| I’m dranking syrup, smoking weed nigga I ain’t lying
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| But dirty piss will get you 6 months of da county time
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| I’m in a grown game pocket full of stones man
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| Just want some street fame so I can have my own name
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| Here come dat cory blunt he actin bad and comin down
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| Dats when I realized da real money out of town
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| It’s seems like it took foreva just to get a brick
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| But crack cases and murder charges left the hood sick
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| I met my my nigga Steve showed me a different grind
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| Soon as I caught on they gave my dawg fed time
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| I got some guns but my mind is a betta weapon
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| I love da slap but on da cool it? |
| s a bad investment
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| This hood game is pain and it? |
| s a damn shame
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| This for my niggas in the ghetto who lost erthang
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| I’m from the streets that change boys to men
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| And when you graduate they give you scholarships to da pen
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| So please don? |
| t spend yo whole life struggling doing wrong
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| Cause one day you here and the next day you gone
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| I pray to God and go to church but I still sin
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| These 84? |
| s and dirty hoes got me all in
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| I know a click of niggas really I’m just sick of niggas
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| Cause it gets worse when you get on and u get bigga figgas
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| When I was broke and lonely I could hear them all bumping
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| But thangs done changed and all these fools think I owe? |
| em sumn.
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| I got bout 10 homies doing double digit bids
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| For tryna take care of their families and feed kids
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| If you can look and listen you can learn a whole lot
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| I’m tryna stay free and miss out on getting shot
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| Get ya money man they gone judge you anyway
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| These niggas rite around you gone have some shit to say
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| But this America nigga best believe we all equal
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| The ghetto a lovely place for low self esteem people
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| I’m born and raised but I ain’t tryna die up in da hood
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| I want my sons to know that daddy doing sumn good
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| Uncle reggie was a fool and he was slick as grease
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| But On his third time they hit with a twenty piece
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| This hood game is pain and it? |
| s a damn shame
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| This for my niggas in the ghetto who lost erthang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scholarships 2 the Pen , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Swishahouse Remix: Universal Ghetto Pass, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп