| It hurt to ask a nigga for a handout
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| Especially when you not used to gettin' handouts
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| Even Granny knew I was trappin' in the basement
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| Me and Tianna in the game, fuck replacements
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| I can get it by the load, just arrange it
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| Had to shake that broke shit up off my fragrance
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| Runnin' to this shit 'cause I’m impatient
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| Tryna make it 'fore one of these niggas take it
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| This shit be flagrant, see the bag, but I’m just pastin'
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| Me and my niggas back to back and we racin'
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| I see that bag, yeah I’m comin', I’m just pacin'
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| Me and my niggas back to back and we racin'
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| Feelin' like Ox, which one of you niggas wanna run with me?
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| Throw shots, I throw 'em back, lil' nigga givin' out buck-fifties
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| Got two boys and they smile mean the world to me
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| Eshon never met his daughter 'cause they murdered him, it’s deep
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| Now everyone rockin' but where was you when I was doin' bad? |
| (When I was doin'
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| bad)
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| Hopped on that road with my niggas, took risks that we shouldn’t have,
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| oh (Where were you?)
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| Lookin' around at my folks and they hangin' on me
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| I fear no man when I walk through these streets
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| Wipe the dirt off my cleats, nigga, this shit is deep
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| I hate he threw it, thinkin' 'bout Vern when I caught nine
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| Looked at Meech right in her eyes, told her we alright
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| But right before I said that, felt my soul flyin'
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| God, I know I’m livin' wrong, let me change it, I’m tryin'
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| Woke up, filled the tools, paper, it said that I died
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| So much my pain in my heart, you can see it in my eyes
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| Dame died in front my Granny, left her traumatized
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| Hug Gangy when I see her and I wipe her eyes
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| Close the casket on her son, feel like I died too
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| I introduced them to them Jacksons, dollar died too
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| The hardest shit to handle was that cancer
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| Mama caught it out the blue, first time I panicked
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| Fought that shit 'til it was gone, mama, fuck cancer
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| I done watched these niggas snitch like Recess Randy
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| Show black and white, niggas dispuste it like it was a scandal
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| Show black and white, niggas dispuste it like it was a scandal
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| My niggas gone, we ride on wars and we light candles
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| Most of my niggas in the grave and I can’t stand it
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| God forgive me for my ways, I’m just a victim
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| DTB, I’m findin' out, just in my feelings
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| Now everyone rockin' but where was you when I was doin' bad? |
| (When I was doin'
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| bad)
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| Hopped on that road with my niggas, took risks that we shouldn’t have,
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| oh (Where were you?)
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| Lookin' around at my folks and they hangin' on me
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| I fear no man when I walk through these streets
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| Wipe the dirt off my cleats, nigga, this shit is deep |