| I still wake up go and get it, youngin on a mission
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| Cuz when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes
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| But I’m different, I still put ‘em on just to show ‘em right
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| I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
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| I keep a Omelly by my side because we both alike
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| Try and keep that nigga out the field cuz he be throwin' white
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| Dishin' d, tryna get rich as me
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| I’m worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be
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| 20 gold chains on, shit I think I’m Mr. T
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| If I could live my life again I wouldn’t do it differently
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| Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me
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| Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history
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| Bitches say they missin' me, I never fall for it
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| Cuz they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it
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| And if my niggas need it, I tell ‘em come for it
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| Cuz when it comes to me, they shootin' like a small forward, swish
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| My life is realer than I can explain
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| Shootin' out with killers and choppin' em things
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| Tryna make a killin from rockin the cake
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| from the feds and niggas that dropping them names
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| They locked me in chains, niggas took shots with my frame
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| In Killadelphia were bodies be dropping like rain
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| Where bodies be dropping like rain
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| In Killadelphia were bodies be dropping like rain
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| I say that meek shall inherit the earth
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| So I’ma own this bitch until I’m buried in dirt
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| I only roll with nigga that’ll carry me to my hearse
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| Blesses for my grandma, she carried me to that church
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| And I don’t know why, I just feel like I’m the one
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| They label me a victim but now look what I become
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| Or should I say became, I don’t do it for the fame
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| I’m from where they never make it but I went against the grain
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| Charges riding against my name, assasination to my character
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| Life’s a bitch, she cheated on me but I married her
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| Niggas getting murdered, this shit is getting scarier
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| Dodging all the pot holes, jumping all the barriers
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| And if she a bitch, I feel like I just got in that pussy
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| Shorty wanna be a star, that’s why she popping that pussy
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| She trying to win so she hang amongst winners
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| That’s why I take the time just to pray at mom’s dinner
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| Cause I remember, cold nights not the winter
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| Not the weather, I’m talk about within us
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| Cause for that money, sins they get committed
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| And friends they get to splittin', divided just like division
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| So eryday that I wake up, my undivided attention
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| It goes to getting that cake up and staying out of the prisons
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| The system made me stronger
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| And being broke just gave me my hunger
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| I’m gone! |