| Ayy, Hardaway, yeah
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| Hardaway, yeah
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| They say the murder gang cool 'til you live in a box
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| Can’t, with them niggas, they wasn’t passin' the rock
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Ayy
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| This shit’ll eat you alive
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| Seen a nigga lose trial 'cause he was living with pride
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| He was a million dollar nigga, now he beggin' for five
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| I can count my real niggas with a hand to five
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| Had to go up in the house before sundown
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| System love nobody 'cause the kids gettin' gunned down
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| 10 years old, seen a nigga get ran down
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| War goin' on so you sleepin' with your gun out
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| Champions and chances, keep a line in Kansas
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| Never front your move, they gon' paint you like a canvas
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| I won’t never stop grinding 'til my mama in that mansion
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| All he wanna do is jack sons like he Janet
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| And never sit up on your ass, 'cause them people, I can’t stand it
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| Direct like TV, we don’t diss with Instagram-ing
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| She boosting and she scamming, baby do damage
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| Do it by herself 'cause lil' baby bring them bands in
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| They say the murder gang cool 'til you live in a box
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| I can’t win with them niggas, they wasn’t passin' the rock
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| Poppin' Dom Pérignon while y’all poppin' Ciroc
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| Same niggas that salute wanna see a nigga flop
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| Poppin' Perkys for the pain, pop your bitch 'cause you a lame
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| When you doin' bad, they act like they don’t know a nigga’s name
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| Public housing, Section 8, we from the mud and the rain
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| Don’t compare us, we are not alike, we aren’t the same
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| They say the dope game good until the end of your trial
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| We in a frenzy for that money, you can’t spend when you die
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| The streets on fire tryna make it through the end of July
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| The road wipe him out, you ever seen a grown man cry?
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| Couple niggas switched sides, got me layin' with mine
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| Still scrambling in the streets, mama praying outside
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| Son take it one day at a time
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| They took Snoop, fuck 'em two at a time
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| Your day comin' if you true to the grind
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| You gotta live with them mistakes, ain’t no pressin' rewind
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| And if the plate big enough then I be blessin' the guys
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| Niggas ain’t solid, they was snakes in disguise
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| They thought I was falling off, I was taking my time
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| I was really falling back, I was crossing them lines
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| Taking penitentiary chances just so I could provide
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| See an opp, take his life 'cause they’ll try to take mine
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| Niggas smilin' like they happy, wanna see me break down
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| The harder way
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| They say the murder gang cool 'til you live in a box
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| I can’t win with them niggas, they wasn’t passin' the rock
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| Poppin' Dom Pérignon while y’all poppin' Ciroc
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| Same niggas that salute wanna see a nigga flop
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| Poppin' Perkys for the pain, pop your bitch 'cause you a lame
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| When you doin' bad, they act like they don’t know a nigga’s name
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| Public housing, Section 8, we from the mud and the rain
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| Don’t compare us, we are not alike, we aren’t the same |