| What do you have to lose?
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| You’re living in poverty
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| Your schools are no good
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| You have no jobs
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| 58% of your youth is unemployed
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| What the hell do you have to lose?
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| Reportin' live from the other side of America
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| Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (Damn)
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| Then I started spittin' godly, then they said record me
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| I feel like this shit was for me, this shit just my story (Facts)
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| Yeah, uh
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| Jumped off the porch, uh, I got a Porsche, won’t take it back
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| I’m on the block with the killers and holdin' my own, of course (Yeah, check,
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| check)
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| I seen my mom and dad separate, ain’t talkin' divorce (Talkin' divorce)
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| Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (Check, check)
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| I’m where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids
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| Ain’t have a daddy, I listened to suckers the same way that Ray Ray did
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| I’m totin' Smith &'s and HKs and I just was a grade A kid
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| Ain’t have no guidance, we grew up with hitters and did everything they said
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| Point out the block, we spinnin' that (Spinnin')
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| Run in the spot, we gettin' that (Get it)
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| Give us some work, we flippin' that (Flippin')
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| I’m hittin' from jail, they ain’t hiittin' back
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| I need a lawyer, money for commissary, and nobody ain’t sendin' that
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| I’m in my cell like, «When I get out, I’m makin' a movie, no Cinemax"(Woo)
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| Yeah, back home and I’m fresh on bail
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| Phone chirpin', it was next to Tell
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| Block popppin', it was extra sales
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| Big dogs, they ain’t showin' remorse
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| I was beggin' just to catch a sale
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| Same block, we was goin' to war
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| I was prayin' I ain’t catch a shell (Check)
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| Uh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights
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| Livin' like we tryna die tonight
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| Glock .40 sound like dynamite
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| I was fuckin' up my cop money
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| Sellin' soap like it’s China white
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| OG’s said, «You fuckin' the block up»
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| I was mad, I was tryna fight
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| Nigga, we hungry
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| Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
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| Stomach growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry
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| Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
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| Reportin' live from the other side of America
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| Reportin' live from the other side (Yeah)
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| Same corner where my brothers died (Yeah)
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| Livin' life, we ain’t got a care
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| Told my mama I ain’t dyin' here (No)
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| .40 on me, I ain’t buyin' beer (No)
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| Ain’t have a will, now I’m flyin' Lear
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| Bunch of felons on the jet with me
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| Make a movie like it’s Con Air
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| Started off in the basement
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| Now it’s rooftops and LeBron there
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| Still fightin' open cases
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| Out on bail, nigga, but it’s my year
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| Summertime, it get cold out
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| Heater on me like a Moncler
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| Closet bigger than my old house
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| Thinkin' 'bout it, I was fine there
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| Came out the dirt (Dirt)
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| Dedicated, I was makin' it work
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| Medicated, I was takin' them Percs
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| Devastated when my niggas got murked
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| Educated, had to get to it first
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| I knew trappin', it would get me in jail
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| Playin' with pistols, it would get me hearse
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| But I ain’t give a fuck, send me to church (Woo)
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| Yeah, they gotta catch me in traffic (Traffic)
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| I ain’t with none of this rap shit (Rap shit)
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| I’ve been tryna run from these caskets
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| All this pain built in me, nigga
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| You don’t want none of this action
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| Go get some money and feed your fam
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| 'Cause this is a fuckin' disaster, yeah
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| Uh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights
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| Livin' like we tryna die tonight
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| Glock .40 sound like dynamite
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| I was fuckin' up my cop money
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| Sellin' soap like it’s China white
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| OG’s said, «You fuckin' the block up»
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| I was mad, I was tryna fight
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| Nigga, we hungry
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| Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
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| Stomach growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry
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| Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
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| Reportin' live from the other side of America
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| I always dreamed too, of being like, on like CNN and being able to like express
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| myself
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| And, and, and speak for like the voiceless young men of America (Do it)
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| The first step, I would say, I grew up in American in a ruthless neighborhood
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| where we were not protected by police, uh
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| We grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up around murder, you see murder
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| You see seven people die a week, I think you would probably carry a gun yourself
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| Would you?
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| (Uh, yeah, I probably would) |