| They ain’t never understand me
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| This ain’t what you, this ain’t what you want
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| They ain’t never understand me
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| Couple friends turned foes, switched sides on me
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| That’s the reason why a nigga keep this fire on me
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| They say Glocks don’t jam, that’s a lie, homie
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| My brother made a promise to me, but he died on me
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| Same nigga puttin' on for the home team
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| I got money, but a nigga still lonely
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| Can’t believe it, tell a nigga till he show
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| They blowin' money fast, I’ma burn it slowly
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| We make bands, while you pussy niggas make friends
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| Squash beef, got shot, now y’all shake hands
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| Alotta' niggas outta' line till they get jammed
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| Get taxed, yeah, that fully, that’s my uncle Sam
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| I used to love them niggas
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| Now I be like, «Fuck them niggas»
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| Nowadays, run in to 'em, I might pluck them niggas
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| Drop a nigga if he play me like a sucka nigga
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| It get cold when you thuggin' in the summer, nigga
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| I be doin' what I want, doin' what they don’t
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| But they’ll never understand me (Yeah)
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| This ain’t what they, This ain’t what they want |
| Now they really understand me (Yeah)
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| I be doin' what I want, doin' what they don’t
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| But they’ll never understand me (Yeah) This
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| Ain’t what you want, This ain’t what you want
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| Now they really understand me (Yeah)
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| It ain’t the same, nigga, it ain’t the same
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| We was winnin', now I’m losin, all my niggas to the chain gang
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| Feds pickin' up my niggas on indictments
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| I pray they comin' home and never do a life bid
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| I’m the nigga now, and back then I was too
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| A lot of niggas fell off, we down to a few
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| Goin' half, nah nigga buy the whole thang
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| All this money be the reason why these hoes came
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| Fuck the sucka side, yeah, that’s to the tombstone
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| No respect until a nigga put that tool on
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| Hella bitches hoein', nigga rock with two phones
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| You can’t understand it till you put my shoes on
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| I been going crazy, 'cause I think I’m goin' crazy
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| Late nights, can’t sleep, missin' my old lady
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| It’s a war goin' on, so I copped me a drakey (I copped that drakey)
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| Applying pressure, now these niggas be foldin' and shakey
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| I be doin' what I want, doin' what they don’t |
| But they’ll never understand me (Yeah)
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| This ain’t what they, This ain’t what they want
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| Now they really understand me (Yeah)
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| I be doin' what I want, doin' what they don’t
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| But they’ll never understand me (Yeah)
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| This ain’t what you want, This ain’t what you want
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| Now they really understand me (Yeah) |