| This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies
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| His ma' smoked the crack while she was pregnant so he can’t even help that he
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| crazy
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| He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal
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| I ain’t have nobody to give me no hope
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| I hope my momma ain’t doin' no coke
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| I used to wish that my daddy was livin'
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| I had a dream that I seen him as ghost
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| I used to act up when I went to school
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| Thought it was cool, but I really was hurt
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| Wanted my family to come to my games
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| My mama couldn’t make it 'cause she was at work
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| Lived with my grandma, she took me to church
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| Really no I ain’t wanna go
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| Remember I kissed my aunt in the casket
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| And her forehead was cold
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| I was like 4 years old
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| We couldn’t afford no clothes
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| It was hand me down
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| Who would think a nigga get a Grammy now?
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| Got a black judge tryna tear me down
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| All this jail time probably wear me down
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| Turn the lights off in the bathroom
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| Screaming, «Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary» now
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| Havin' nightmares about Candyman
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| With the tool on me like a handyman
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| Killed my lil' cousin, I’m like, «Damn it, man»
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| Had to see the footage on a camera, man
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| On the pavement, with his brains out
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| With the white sheet, he was laid out
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| Wanna ask 'Ye, «Is this a choice?»
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| It was like this when I came out
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| What the fuck is you really complaining 'bout?
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| I know niggas that’s never gon' make it out
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| This that shit you won’t see in the media
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| Poor get poorer and the rich gettin' greedier
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| Lot of daddies goin' back and forth out of jail
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| Lot of sons growin' up and repeating them
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| This the belly of the beast, you won’t make it out
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| Man, this shit was designed just to eat us up
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| And my momma told, «Nigga, keep it up
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| You gon' end up in prison, just sweepin' up»
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| Remember, nobody never believed in us
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| When they see us now, they can’t believe it’s us, no
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| I think it’s funny how
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| We used to go to school, play SEGA’s
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| And then, next thing you know, you runnin' 'round with Glock .40s
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| We ain’t never believed in the police, they was shootin' us
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| Yeah, they called it the projects, they put us in projects
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| What they gon' do with us? |
| Can’t call the cops yet
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| You might just get popped at
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| 'Cause they the ones shootin' us
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| I’m on my mom’s steps, it’s like a bomb threat
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| The violence pursuing us, I ain’t meet God yet
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| 'Cause I’m on the block where
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| It’s just me and Lucifer, look what they do to us
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| They know we in poverty
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| When I went to court, the judge said, «Meek, you a menace to society»
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| Huh, you said, you would give me a chance, your honor, why would you lie to me?
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| 16 more years of probation, you know you gon' get some more time on me, huh
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| Whole hood goin' crazy, babies havin' babies
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| She was fourteen, actin' like she eighty
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| Got pregnant by a nigga that was locked up in them cages
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| And the story goes on, if you make it, you amazing (Word up)
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| See, I got homie that’s a billionaire
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| And I be tryin' to explain it to him like
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| If your mom ain’t on crack or if she got a job and she doing eight hours a day
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| And your daddy in the graveyard or in the jail cell, who the fuck gon' babysit? |