| Yeah Fresh what up
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| Damn it’s the only shit that happen all this time
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| How long
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| 10 years later
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| The fans ask me all the time I just hope that they listen
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| What’s my real outlook on love and religion
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| I’m not a Muslim not a Catholic and I sure ain’t a Christian
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| I live life through perception and I’m sharing my vision
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| Don’t even know if there’s a God I ain’t focused on that
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| When I was young moms and dad was smoking on crack
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| But from the bottom of the pearl Oakland exact
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| Made it out the hill man made Heaven of that
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| Call me a sinner or a saint atheist or a devil
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| I’m a soldier of life running hard like a rebel
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| Meek told yall man to this shit there would be levels
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| I just hope you hear the beat fresh turn up the treble
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| I do good for the hood always giving back
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| And never would forget where I was living at
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| In the ghetto with the government that give us straps
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| So we could kill each other going tit for tat
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| I lost everyone I love and I’m all alone
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| God bless a child that could hold his own
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| Still on the corner get my money on
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| Hurting inside still be like nothing wrong
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| My momma dead and my daddy gone
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| My brother locked up and he ain’t coming home
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| Posted on the corner get my money on
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| Me and Sway deeper than a rap song
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| My daughter steady getting older and it’s tripping me out
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| She said daddy don’t call me Libby it’s Liberty now
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| I just laughed shaked my head she remind me of me
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| The little boy in my heart wish my mommy could see
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| I act tough but on the inside I’m breaking to pieces
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| Plus losing all my homies keep making me weaker
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| This year alone I lost ten and it’s only March
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| Music only thing that help my lonely heart
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| My baby momma moved on look I’m proud of you A
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| I’m sorry for the shit I put you through that’s all I could say
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| All the lying and the cheating gon catch up in Karma
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| I’m preparing myself now protecting the armor
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| Broke so many damn hearts waiting for mine to be broke
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| On 45
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| And Market steady grinding the dope
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| Posted up strapped up with a nine in my coat
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| Cause anny nigga that step out of line getting smoked
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| I lost everyone I love and I’m all alone
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| God bless a child that could hold his own
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| Still on the corner get my money on
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| Hurting inside still be like nothing wrong
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| My momma dead and my daddy gone
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| My brother locked up and he ain’t coming home
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| Posted on the corner get my money on
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| Me and Sway deeper than a rap song
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| I came back so many times folks counted me out
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| My biggest motivation had to be what others would doubt
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| I kept secrets held water man what others would snitch
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| I’d rather starve with the real than be fake with the rich
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| Never hate wait your turn everyone get a pick
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| It’s like waiting in a line everyone get a flick
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| Nightmares of being broke steady haunt me at night
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| To help me sleep through the pain put a phone to sprite
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| Worth a while while things just trying to stay sane
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| Watch my momma die shit still fuck with my brain
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| Watch my best friend in rap catch one in the brain
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| Brother got a hundred years yeah he locked in them chains
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| I never lie in my rap I feel that is lame
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| Prolly never sell a million but I’m balling the same
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| I take a millionaire bitch cause it’s all in the game
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| Rest in peace to the Jacks still calling my name
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| I lost everyone I love and I’m all alone
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| God bless a child that could hold his own
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| Still on the corner get my money on
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| Hurting inside still be like nothing wrong
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| My momma dead and my daddy gone
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| My brother locked up and he ain’t coming home
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| Posted on the corner get my money on
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| Me and Sway deeper than a rap song
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| Fresh ten years later and it seem like we ain’t stop doing this shit man
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| See the difference me and these other niggas is man these nigga’s be trying to
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| exaggerate they lifestyle
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| Everything I talk about is my real life man you don’t hear me talking about
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| killing niggas
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| You hear me talking about selling dope niggas it’s dope here
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| Tonight show original let’s do it yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Alone, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Album song The Tonite Show with Mistah F.A.B., Pt. 3: Live from 45, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп