| I ain’t trippin' off of nothin', it’s been worse than this
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| It’s been worse than this.
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| Really worse than this…
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| Ain’t no time to trip now, shit, I’ve been through it all
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| Praying 5 times a day, all praise to allah
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| It was (?) 96' when I got that call
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| Said my mom ain’t gonna make it, I had to take that loss
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| I was 10 years old, that shit left me scarred
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| Ripped me apart, I cried several nights in the dark
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| I remember summer 92', my uncle Rob got murked
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| My grams looked me in the eyes, said I’m gonna be a winner
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| I remember coming home heating up TV dinners
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| Toast and butter, closed my eyes, wished it was steak
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| Oodles and Noodles, sugar in it, that was my plate
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| Gone!
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| Should I stay or should I go?
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| I was saving, funds was low
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| Back aching on the floor, mom’s hate me even more
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| Fiends waiting by her door, quick to take it if it’s yours
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| Niggas' hating, making stories, from the basement, that’s my story
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| Mom thinking, now she worried, I’m (?) and I’m dirty
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| Caught and 8th, niggas’s served me, switch a (?), that’s on purpose
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| Some mistakes, I ain’t perfect, dawg, I pray when it ain’t working
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| Felt ashamed, felt worthless, (?)
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| I was posted, making purchases, floating half of 30's
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| Bitches joking, trying to curve me
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| I kept going, ain’t no worries
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| I was hoping I got courage, I was floating.
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| I was posted, never nervous, I got 30, catch this 30, for real
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| [Verse 3: Dave East)
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| I started with nothing, I had to grind for it
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| I couldn’t afford Gucci or Tom Ford
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| Needed a hoopty from the auction, asked my mom for it
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| Trying to be a champ with this music, I got LeBron on it
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| I started getting money and put my guys on it
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| This (?) dropped that, gotta cut it, they wait in line for it
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| I bomb on anything, they think Saddam on em
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| You getting money, they don’t like that shit
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| They’ll drop a dime on you
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| Hearing niggas' hating, have me steaming like a hot sauna
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| Knowing I’ll bring it to your door like I’m Tom Warner
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| (?) on me, early morning like I’m Tom Joyner
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| 8 ball full of diamonds, my uncle said «I hope your .9 on you»
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| It been way worse, east side. |