| Drop
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| They thought it was done dawg
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| But he’s back bigger, better, stronger, and free
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| Like I ain’t fought my way off these motherfucking situations
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| Trust this
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| I’m here to remind you, just in case you forgot
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| Mr. 305, no label stay hot
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| 38 choppers, but please, no Glock
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| Used to move work, but had no trap, no block, no spot
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| Ma was cool with the work, but no rocks
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| Until she found my first nickel ruff bag
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| Said, «I had enough of this shit with your dad»
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| So she told me to get the fuck out the pad
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| I was out to my first baby mama’s crib
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| Caught her fuckin' round, off to abuela’s crib
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| Thank God for music my savior
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| That’s what helped me fight Xavier
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| Don’t believe these rappers and what they play ya
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| I wanna be owner, fuck a playa
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| Shit, better say it
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| I am an owner, bitch
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| I got the city on my back and I won’t surrender
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| Let 'em know now that they gon' remember
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| City on my back and I won’t surrender
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| Let 'em know now that they gon' remember
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| They don’t know (What I got into)
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| They don’t know (Everything I been through)
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| They don’t know (What it takes to get through)
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| They don’t know, they don’t know
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| My life, pain
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| Struggle, hustle, grind
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| Them boys knock me down
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| You must be out yo fuckin' mind
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| My mom taught me to fight
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| Dade County raised me right
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| And we gon' take over this thing
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| Put down my fuckin' life
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| Don’t call it a come back, I’ve been here for years
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| Grindin' blood, sweat & tears
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| I done gave the game my life
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| I’ve turned the streets from my bitch to my wife
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| Every mornin' I woke up to the same shit
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| Everybody sayin' that I ain’t shit
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| Them boys in the streets on that hate shit
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| Them boys on the same street, same block doin' that same shit
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| Planned to move bricks, but it’s eight balls
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| Y’all want me, I hate y’all, but I ate y’all
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| Y’all can stay gorillas & apes
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| I’m on my way to the show, gettin' paid, marvelous rates
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| You the ace I’m the spade
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| Cut cut Dade, where they buck buck spray
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| This ain’t a duck duck goose
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| This duck duck hey, press luck, get duct taped ASAP, okay
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| I got the city on my back and I won’t surrender
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| Let 'em know now that they gon' remember
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| City on my back and I won’t surrender
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| Let 'em know now that they gon' remember
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| They don’t know (What I got into)
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| They don’t know (Everything I been through)
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| They don’t know (What it takes to get through)
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| They don’t know, they don’t know
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| My life, pain
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| Struggle, hustle, grind
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| Them boys knock me down
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| You must be out yo fuckin' mind
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| My mom taught me to fight
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| Dade County raised me right
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| And we gon' take over this thing
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| Put down my fuckin' life
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| Now you can stack the world against me
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| Close the doors, I can’t come in
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| You could bet your life against me
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| Bet your ass I’m gonna win
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| You take that chance, you roll them dice
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| I prove you wrong, you prove me right
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| So damn what they say anyway |