| Nappy you hear me, glad that you here man
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| Back, still take it
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| What they give, family
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| Still living, family
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| Happy new year, nappy u here
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| We in vision and the new clear
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| We the center of this blue spear
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| And we promising,
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| Picture shack and, is you give
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| We bad, take it back to the plants on the front porch
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| To the lies with the lost of a front door
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| To the keys to achieve what they want most
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| To our dreams when you come close
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| Tears, red clay, red cup with the red A
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| Good kid quit school, then he went astray
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| You can learn every law that the man make
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| But in the end I believe you all people straight
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| I’m not to be here, my cup is full and raising in the atmosphere
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| I’m thankful for the fact that we, hell of an year
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| Yeah my baby’s getting older, time be flying when you open
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| Like a screen door in the summer time
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| I’m grinding mostly focus
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| At the task of hands,
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| Survival of the fittest is the master plan
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| The winners keeps the spoils of war
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| The, I understand
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| Oh lord, not again, please don’t let me fall back in the slum
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| I’m paranoid, I’m loosing it, I’m sleeping with the pump
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| Double, I can’t give a fuck about what you want
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| But let me keep it cool and let me take a couple puffs off of the blunt
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| Times is getting hard, industry is changing like the weather
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| We been killing shits, leather
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| Nappy you hear me, glad that you here man
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| Back, still take it
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| What they give, family
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| Still living, family
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| Fire couldn’t kill us, water couldn’t drown us
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| Coach used to say if you can play their fire
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| Thank god for Jack Daniels
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| When the going gets hard, go get gloves
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| And grab it by the handle, and handle it
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| Smiles don’t mean us all good, on my life I’ve been,
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| So I witness real hood, really do it
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| And let them record it
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| So you can youtube it, no you’re not me
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| And I can care a little and give a damn a lot less what you think about me
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| Smoke drink and you think about me
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| And result in the field about me
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| I remember like yesterday, barely had a pot to piss
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| Just a water melon, piece of chicken and a pot of,
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| On top of this, cheap whiskey, whatever god,
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| Looking back when it all seemed so innocent
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| The og’s told me to cherish these good old days
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| So they know they was dropping jewels by the look of they face
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| Looking like they give everything, he could have took my place
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| Took a last look to his whiskey, took it to the face
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| The one that end on they cap, chase
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| So what good is the trap if cats can’t escape?
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| Life’s a book written in ink that you can’t erase
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| Lord don’t let this all be a beautiful waste
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| Back, still take it
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| What they give, family
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| Still living, family
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| It’s a small world, watch what you do
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| Can’t argue with a fool man the young cats is,
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| Like it ain’t no thang
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| Better watch what you’re smiling with
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| Cause they don’t play no games like hotel tv’s
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| With that block on the cable cord,
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| But killing your people don’t make it hard
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| Just real, rest in peace, Nate Dog, one day you’re here
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| Then the next day you’re gone, do, at the crib
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| Didn’t get the chance to tell him how you feel
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| But that’s just how it is
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| Gotta live with the guilt
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| I know it’s hard to get over,
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| But you must get do it, one way or the other
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| That’s life, every day we deal with something new
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| Never getting too comfortable, stay on alert
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| Keep my guard up high, cause tomorrow I ain’t promised
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| every day on this earth. |