| Coulda put a opp on camera, told my shooter, «Please record it»
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| I buy it and wear it one time cause I remember I couldn’t afford it
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| Nigga, my piss dirty right now
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| All that fake shit ain’t my kind
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| This shit didn’t happen over night I had to put in overtime
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| Sippin' codeine to taste it
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| Savin' my paper for cases
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| I don’t care how the world see me, to my hood I’m great, yeah
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| We had no luck, Andrew
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| She let me fuck, thank you
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| Two hoes, one me, guess that’s one thing I’d really say I’m into
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| All my niggas in the streets, it left it hard for me to sleep
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| My gun jammin' in my dreams when I be tryna kill the reaper
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| Have you ever been all alone and you was still seein' people?
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| I don’t know if it’s just me, I don’t know if it’s some demons
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| I’m tryna yell in my dreams and don’t nobody hear me screamin'
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| I talk to God in silence, I know he hear a nigga thinkin'
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| I love Draco with all my heart, told him he no longer my partner
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| You my brother, told Dion you gotta stop slangin' them choppas
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| You gotta hustle
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| Ayy, shootouts back to back in my hood, them bullets nameless
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| And all them junkies want is a sheet, ain’t talkin' blankets
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| Niggas die and the world act like it never happened
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| Forget about you right after that Rest In Peace status
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| Me and Ghetto got a bond that ain’t nobody got
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| I hope my nigga get a bond when them bodies drop
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| Through sign language at the dealership, maybe 'cause I don’t talk a lot
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| Coulda put a opp on camera, told my shooter, «Please record it»
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| I buy it and wear it one time cause I remember I couldn’t afford it
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| Nigga, my piss dirty right now
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| All that fake shit ain’t my kind
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| This shit didn’t happen over night I had to put in overtime
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| Sippin' codeine to taste it
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| Savin' my paper for cases
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| I don’t care how the world see me, to my hood I’m great, yeah
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| We had no luck, Andrew
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| She let me fuck, thank you
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| Two hoes, one me, guess that’s one thing I’d really say I’m into
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| Thought I was stuck in the hood, I made a way and gave my niggas hope
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| Now I do shows out of town, I count my paper and give my niggas hoes
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| Gave that bitch 200 dollars and she givin' me her soul
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| How the hell he get out 3 times, and that nigga on parole?
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| I’m just coolin with my slimes, the ones who knew to lock the code
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| Nigga can’t fool me like you ridin', nigga was happy to see me go
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| Nigga can’t fool me like you cryin', nigga was happy to see me joce
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| I done seen way too many turned hoes
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| Ain’t you the same nigga that was cuttin' up at my shows?
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| Ain’t you the same nigga that was beggin' to go on the road with me?
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| I talked to Mega yesterday, he kept stressin' that he missin' me
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| He don’t even know I shed tears on the phone
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| Dirty world that we live in, it made your soul turn to ice
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| I wish Ceelo was livin' but he was gone before my eyes
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| Why the fuck did I trust 'em, knew they was all tellin' lies?
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| I’ma put this tape in and I’ma watch it all night
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| Coulda put a opp on camera, told my shooter, «Please record it»
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| I buy it and wear it one time cause I remember I couldn’t afford it
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| Nigga, my piss dirty right now
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| All that fake shit ain’t my kind
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| This shit didn’t happen over night I had to put in overtime
|
| Sippin' codeine to taste it
|
| Savin' my paper for cases
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| I don’t care how the world see me, to my hood I’m great, yeah
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| We had no luck, Andrew
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| She let me fuck, thank you
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| Two hoes, one me, guess that’s one thing I’d really say I’m into |