| Nigga, it be so much backdoor activity transpiring
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| I guess dawg told blood to line me up for the free throw, right?
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| They say blood took too long, fifteen-yard penalty or whatever the case,
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| delay of game
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| Know what I’m sayin'? |
| So
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| Nigga, come to find out, dawg cut ties with blood
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| Brazy part about it all, blood was supposed to be my dawg
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| Ayy, I’m adapted to the pain well
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| Bloody waters, have you ever seen it rain shells?
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| They say they love me bulletproofly, but I can’t tell
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| My reputation everything, that’s why I can’t tell
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| They gave him life and then they stuck me in the same cell
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| I gave him packs of cappuccino for his pain pills
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| They say they love me bulletproofly, but I can’t tell
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| My reputation everything, that’s why I can’t tell
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| Yeah
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| My lil' nigga died blammin' 'fore he went out
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| That boy threw as many shells as he can give out
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| I’m dope smokin', thinkin' 'bout him in the penthouse
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| They told me diamonds are forever, hold your wrist out
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| My mama set a good example, she buried the wealth
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| I like the way that Marcus Garvey 'nem carried themselves
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| I get a glimpse of ten M’s when I stare at myself
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| I heard your mama lost her job and I dare you to help
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| The pictures that my father sent me prepared me for jail
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| Remember that sweet and sour spread we shared in the cell?
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| The sweet smell of gunsmoke, it remind me of war
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| I’m so devoted, that I wouldn’t mind dying for Fourth
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| She so devoted that she wouldn’t stop cryin' in court
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| They took her son, but she described it like they took her love
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| We looked for love in all the places that it’s hardly found
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| That nigga barely show us love on what he charge a pound
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| Ayy, I’m adapted to the pain well
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| Bloody waters, have you ever seen it rain shells?
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| They say they love me bulletproofly, but I can’t tell
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| My reputation everything, that’s why I can’t tell
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| They gave him life and then they stuck me in the same cell
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| I gave him packs of cappuccino for his pain pills
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| They say they love me bulletproofly, but I can’t tell
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| My reputation everything, that’s why I can’t tell
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| I’ll always look out for the homies when it count
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| But they’ll go against the code behind the clout
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| You never know me for a slouch
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| We turn on ovens when it’s cold inside our house
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| They found a quelo, wasn’t no poles inside our house
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| Stay on parole inside her house
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| It’s extra hella extra O’s in my account
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| Double-count the backend 'cause they don’t go in my account
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| Pull up on my youngin, told him gotta take another route
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| Yeah, make your mama proud when she around and hold it down for who you love
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| Free the thugs until it’s backwards
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| Used to post in front of Stanford 'til I own it, call it crackers
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| Betrayed by the people that matter, but it don’t matter
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| And we was scared to dream, where I’m from, they usually shattered
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| Bullet holes in the Saturn, we just left a trip
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| And you ain’t go, so kill that BPL and extra shit
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| I’m standing confident and firm in what I represent
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| The murders that I saw fuck with me, I been through hell and shit
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| Shh, still ain’t tell 'em shit
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| Ayy, I’m adapted to the pain well
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| Bloody waters, have you ever seen it rain shells?
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| They say they love me bulletproofly, but I can’t tell
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| My reputation everything, that’s why I can’t tell
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| They gave him life and then they stuck me in the same cell
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| I gave him packs of cappuccino for his pain pills
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| They say they love me bulletproofly, but I can’t tell
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| My reputation everything, that’s why I can’t tell |