| Backing the days
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| Here right now
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| Back in the days
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| Here right now
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| I grew up in the streets
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| I got no family tree
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| Guess you can say I’m a product of society
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| All I ever had was me
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| Since I was very young
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| I still remember holding my very first gun
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| It was my daddy’s piece
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| He was a G for real
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| I always think of him
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| When I’m gripping on the steal
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| Now he’s gone
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| I moved on
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| Sanchas growing up
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| South side throwing up
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| Rap game blowing up
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| Who would have knew
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| Wishing daddy could see me now
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| He said go live a normal life
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| But I just don’t know how
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| Stay banging all year
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| January to December
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| Just like the old man did
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| Far as I can remember
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| Back in the days
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| Daddy was a gangsta
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| Out banging in the streets
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| He showed me how to be
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| Here right now
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| Ain’t nothing changed much
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| On how to fuck the world
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| Cause I’m daddy’s little girl
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| Back in the days
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| Daddy was a gangsta
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| Out banging in the streets
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| He showed me how to be
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| Here right now
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| Ain’t nothing changed much
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| On how to fuck the world
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| Cause I’m daddy’s little girl
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| When I was just a little girl
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| I remember clearly
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| My daddy said
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| You could be anything you want to be
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| I guess that meant a lot
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| Coming form my pops
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| He didn’t even have a choice
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| About busting shots
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| Born into the gang life
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| Trying to survive
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| Any way any means any time you could die
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| So he was lining loco
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| Just trying to have some fun
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| Making illegal money always on the run
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| Then when he met mi Madre
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| At age 21
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| They had me
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| He picked me up and put down his gun
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| Tell you the honest truth
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| My moms was the shit
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| I think she was jealous
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| Over how me and my dad clicked
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| A daddy’s girl
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| I looked up to him good or bad
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| He was the only role model that I really had
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| But then he got shot
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| My world feel apart
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| Took him away and they also took away my heart
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| Back in the days
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| Daddy was a gangsta
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| Out banging in the streets
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| He showed me how to be
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| Here right now
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| Ain’t nothing changed much
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| On how to fuck the world
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| Cause I’m daddy’s little girl
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| Back in the days
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| Daddy was a gangsta
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| Out banging in the streets
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| He showed me how to be
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| Here right now
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| Ain’t nothing changed much
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| On how to fuck the world
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| Cause I’m daddy’s little girl
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| I’m older now
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| And I see how it is
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| I guess that ride or die jeans
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| Passes down to your kids
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| Cause when I hear stories bout
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| How g daddy was
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| Sounds like the dirt
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| Miss Sancha always does
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| Now that makes me feel good
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| It makes me proud
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| Cause to carry on his legacy
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| Is what I always vowed
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| Plus I want to see him
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| When it’s my turn to go
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| Could be heaven could be hell
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| I don’t know
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| What I do know is
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| Back in the days
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| Daddy was a gangsta
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| Out banging in the streets
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| He showed me how to be
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| Here right now
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| Ain’t nothing changed much
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| On how to fuck the world
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| Cause I’m daddy’s little girl
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| Back in the days
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| Daddy was a gangsta
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| Out banging in the streets
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| He showed me how to be
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| Here right now
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| Ain’t nothing changed much
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| On how to fuck the world
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| Cause I’m daddy’s little girl |