| I got some homies goin' through some things
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| That stayed down, that storm came
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| Sleet, snow, and that motherfuckin' rain
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| But no matter what, my niggas never changed
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| They came a long way from that MARTA train
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| Foreign cars, I switch the lane
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| No wedding ring, I married the game
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| Amiri my jeans, ain’t rockin' shit plain
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| I’m fly as bird, I’m fly as a plane
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| I got me a bag and they say I changed
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| But maybe I’m just tryna maintain
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| Maybe I’m just tryna maintain
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| Uh, yeah
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| A whole lot of problems, a whole lot of pain
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| My mama was fucked up, going through things
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| My daddy was hiding in plain sight
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| A whole lot of motherfuckin' cold nights
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| We had some problems and made 'em right
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| Stayed in that trap all night
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| Water, rent, gas, lights
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| Going to school, know I’ma fight
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| Give me your shit, boy, I’ma get right
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| 13, getting high as a kite
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| For 10 o’clock, late night, goin' to strike
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| We lost Lil Rudy, that shit wasn’t right
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| They took my lil' brother, they took his life
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| They took my lil' brother, they took his life
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| They know damn well that shit wasn’t right
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| But, uh, it’s in the game
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| These niggas be, these niggas be lame
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| I swear to God I ain’t in it for fame
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| I’m tryna just make a lil' change, uh
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| And make a lil' change
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| I got some homies goin' through some things
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| That stayed down, that storm came
|
| Sleet, snow, and that motherfuckin' rain
|
| But no matter what, my niggas never changed
|
| They came a long way from that MARTA train
|
| Foreign cars, I switch the lane
|
| No wedding ring, I married the game
|
| Amiri my jeans, ain’t rockin' shit plain
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| I’m fly as bird, I’m fly as a plane
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| I got me a bag and they say I changed
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| But maybe I’m just tryna maintain
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| Maybe I’m just tryna maintain |