| I know how it feel to wake up caked up
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| Everything love-ly then suddenly a pay cut
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| People look at you like it’s your fault
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| Bills don’t stop so now you gotta do your part
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| We products of tough schools chasing money and truck jewels Taught that was the
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| only way to bust through
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| Like these shorties in Virginia, put a couple hollows in ya
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| Leave ya laying by the river just to prove that they was some hittas
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| Hit Uncle Bobby didn’t even need to rob em — if they asked he would probably
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| gave his last to anybody
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| Two families broken, damage irreparable
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| Hasn’t been the same since I doubt that it ever will
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| Can’t help thinking if somebody would of told em
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| They were kings and then showed em
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| The direction they would go in
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| Cause GED, wasn’t R.A.N
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| PH.d or bust, I was always in
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| Some kinda summer program in the burbs
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| Kuhn Day Camp
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| Props to the parents who try to do all they can
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| Cuz yo, I said it before and said it again
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| The only real gangsters are in federal pens
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| Or dead on a whim, it’s a game you never can win |
| Pick another vocation to be competitive in
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| And catch it if you can like the gingerbread man
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| Success is always the plan, but man |