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| Ayy
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| If they really had love, they would’ve showed me
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| They hate what I’m doin' now, they would love to see the old me
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| If I gotta go back to jail, I know my family straight
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| If I gotta go back to jail, I know my lawyer paid (Ayy)
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| I burn this money, burn this fame, I’ll still be the same nigga
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| Take off this watch, take off this chain, I’ll still be the same nigga
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| Ayy, came home from jail, took rappin' serious, I had to make my own decision
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| He prolly ain’t fuckin' with me 'cause he know he ain’t fuckin' with me
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| In the booth right now, I’m off a pill, if I ain’t do nothin', I kept it real
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| My heart’ll prolly get me killed (Ayy, ayy)
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| Permanent, this ain’t no grill, sometimes I wish that C-Lo lived
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| Sometimes I wish that Fred was here (Ayy, ayy)
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| Crawford still up seven years, Lil Joe had come home from a year
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| I told him it was up from here (Ayy)
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| She wanted Percocets, I gave her all Xans
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| They tried to hold me back, but it was God-planned
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| Hate the position that I’m in, they sayin' anything
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| It was far away, I didn’t see it, I watched the closest change
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| They prolly just rappin', I really got niggas in the can
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| They prolly just rappin', I really got some dead friends (Ayy)
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| I’m cryin' fire, feel like my tears burnin'
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| Know the streets got rules, how the hell you turnin'?
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| Tell the opps I got some paper, I hope that they don’t make me spend it
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| Trap house, it was vacant, we still got some paper in it
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| Same conversation, just different locations
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| When it’s smoke, don’t leave a witness, we just leavin' shell casings
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| Not on the mic, then I’m in the hood
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| With all my jewelry on and my pockets full
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| Totin' poles, not the ones come from Magic
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| I made it out, I know the devil thought he had me
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| If they really had love, they would’ve showed me
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| They hate what I’m doin' now, they would love to see the old me
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| If I gotta go back to jail, I know my family straight
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| If I gotta go back to jail, I know my lawyer paid (Ayy)
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| I burn this money, burn this fame, I’ll still be the same nigga
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| Take off this watch, take off this chain, I’ll still be the same nigga |