| I’ve been up, and I’ve been down
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| And I had this world kick me around
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| But I bounce back, now take a look at me now
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| Say I don’t trust them, I don’t trust them hoes
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| I see my dreams in front of me unfold
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| And this crazy world is oh so cold
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| And to my seed, let the story be told
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| Never did trust them, I don’t trust them hoes
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| Yea; |
| they back-stab ya, with no malice
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| Rat bastards, grown men turn faggots
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| You could shake a nigga hand 'til your palm get calluses
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| Calculate grams with 'em, tally up math and he
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| still turn around and leave you stiff, paralysis
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| If we was parallel this possibly wouldn’t happen
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| It would just be a myth
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| And all that envious shit wouldn’t exist
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| Since this stimulates some niggaz to spit
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| I let 'em smell the stench when a nigga’s pushin the six
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| We could take it to that extent, wait a minute, let 'em vent
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| Vicious niggaz incubators, shit could made it then
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| Replace them with real gentlemen
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| These feminine faggots shouldn’t have been on this planet
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| They send the niggaz upstate to they grandpappy’s
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| Puttin nothin past these tattlin bastards
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| There you got groupie chicks goin at him
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| Fabricatin what happened, just to platinum they clothes
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| It’s a patter-n, they want you to man-handle 'em
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| 'til they ass exposed
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| Put you on the news, she a nuisance
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| It take two to tango but she don’t think so
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| Hoes is abusive so I drink slow
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| I realize the future when I mingle
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| Hoes set you up, so rough they
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| forget the hoe they were
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| They focus on false shit what didn’t occur
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| Deceive detectives, statements are blurred
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| Reversin what virtually happened with her
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| Her don’t trust
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| Baby we just had a burr
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| She willingly lift up her skirt, Your Honor
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| Now see this industry’s risky if you ain’t 50
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| They don’t mark your dollars
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| You see Interscope’s iffy, if he sell less than
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| multi-million dollar copies they drop him
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| See, Jimmy’s watchin
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| If he, purchase my product
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| O might have options, show progress
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| Longest most y’all coppin
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| The nonsense is opposite of him
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| Props givin when the projects shows profit
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| This process is hard for most artists
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| If he ain’t targetted as what’s poppin
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| This is not O. Trice’s problem
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| Real name, no gimmicks, get it regardless
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| Steel guard up, don’t trust A&R's cause
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| if they knew music we’ll be much farther
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| Hoe, dust off and bust, the rest of us
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| Ha-ha ha ha ha ha-ha
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| Don’t trust them, I don’t trust them
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| Na-na na na
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| She lyin while you’re cryin them tears
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| But I been schooled by these streets for years
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| I don’t trust them, I don’t trust them
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| Na-na na na, na-na na na, na-na na na
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| Na-na na na, na-na na na… |