| Look, picture you dreaming just to wake up to a nightmare
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| Picture you wishing but nobody in this life cares
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| The sound of pistols still ringing in my right ear
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| From a place where life ain’t worth a pair of Nike Airs
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| Getting tired, just to cover up the pain I’m in
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| Grab the mallet just to feel like I’m Jermaine again
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| Ghetto boys on them corner streets made us men
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| Forgive us all, it was the hunger that just made us sin
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| Sacrifices, feeling Christless, mornings like this, ducking indictments
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| Watching my homie just bleed till he was lifeless
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| Think about my cousin Doub on nights like this
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| Mama loves me, mama loves me
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| So why the fuck would I just let these niggas judge me
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| Couldn’t walk inside my shoes if you was me
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| And you can put that on the heavens, that’s above me
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| Yeah, Papi say he want his brick back (what)
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| But we just split it like a Kit Kat
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| My homie told me once you take, you never give back
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| And what you reap is what you sow, you got to live that
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| So I’m addicted to this life, until the death of me
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| In the club letting strippers get the best of me
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| My dog gone from a bullet that was meant for me
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| Gotta live with it, can’t quit it, it’s my destiny
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| Getting rich and chasing bitches, drinking liquor
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| Count figures, taking bitches with my hittas
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| Hurt they feelings as I pull up on these niggas
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| With the same shit they see me with on Instagram and Twitter
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| So it’s death before dishonour
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| Yes we turned out well for some kids that had no fathers
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| From the prison cages where my friends can’t see their daughters
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| Worrying on the blocks, I was shooting on them corners, but
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| Mama loves me, mama loves me
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| So why the fuck would I just let these niggas judge me
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| Couldn’t walk inside my shoes if you was me
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| And even if you tried, you couldn’t budge me
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| I wonder if they listen when I’m gone
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| Who gon' pay attention and correct me when I’m wrong
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| Feeling magnificent, they got me in a zone
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| Caught up in my suffering so this is not a song
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| This is, this is my life on these Pro Tools
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| From the start baby I relay the most ghouls
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| We need to stick together like it’s no room
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| Mothers lost so our black babies feelling so doomed
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| Day dreaming in that Rolls Royce
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| Roley gleaming, can’t believe I was a lost boy
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| It was simple, either starve, we had no choice
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| Screaming out, we had to write the wrong in my own voice
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| Help me see the bigger picture
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| Got a letter from my homie said he miss niggas
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| It’s crazy how the system is designed to twist niggas
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| So I try to use my life to inspire and lift niggas but
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| Mama loves me, mama loves me
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| So why the fuck would I just let these niggas judge me
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| Couldn’t walk inside my shoes if you was me
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| So you think I really care if you didn’t trust me
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| (K.O.B bitch) |