| Running the road with my dawgs, girl, we done seen so many things
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| Almost got killed by the law, hands on my neck, I couldn’t breathe
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| Shots flying over my head, from where I’m from gotta stay low
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| Hard to keep my soul at peace, I don’t wanna fold, I don’t wanna fold
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| I got this pain in my heart for all my niggas I can’t bring back
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| Instead of shooting at ops, I want money, I want bags
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| So I can free all my folks, never gon' go, never go back
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| Numbers they always gon' talk, I don’t want chat, I don’t want chat
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| Girl, these nights are taking a hold
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| Come alive and roll with me
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| Come alive and roll with me
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| Come alive and roll with—
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| Girl, these nights are taking a hold
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| Come alive and roll with me
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| Come alive and roll with me
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| Come alive and roll with—
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| We used to run through the slums
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| We almost died for these funds
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| I used to want a way out
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| I used to want a way up
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| I use drown in the drugs
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| I was just looking for love
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| I almost didn’t wake up
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| I almost didn’t recover
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| Lost my buddy to the drugs
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| Lost my other to the guns
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| Lost my nigga to feds
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| All my bruddas had it rough
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| All of us raised up tough
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| Ain’t to much room for love
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| Ain’t to much room for heart
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| We had to make it above
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| Girl, these nights are taking a hold
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| Come alive and roll with me
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| Come alive and roll with me
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| Come alive and roll with—
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| Girl, these nights are taking a hold
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| Come alive and roll with me
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| Come alive and roll with me
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| Come alive and roll with—
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| Girl, these nights are taking a hold
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| Come alive and roll with me
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| Come alive and roll with me
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| Come alive and roll with— |