| We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain’t no givin' up
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| Never really knowin' it’s your time, you gotta live it up
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| Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can’t get enough
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| War zone, I’m on my way to school, got my blicker tucked
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| Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us
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| You gon' either die or see the system, ain’t no slippin' up
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| In these streets, they’ll take your life and they don’t give a fuck
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| Ain’t worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up
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| Lost touch with God, I’m so happy that I found you
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| Money only change the ones around you
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| Nonbelievers listened to your dreams and they clowned you
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| All the same niggas showin' love used to doubt you
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| Feel out of place when all that fake love surround you
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| Bitch, I run my city, they know who to give the crown to
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| My dawgs on go and it ain’t shit to bring them hounds through
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| We don’t give a fuck, we shed blood on that ground too
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| And when you fightin' for your life, ain’t no round two
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| In the hood watchin' my big homies pushin' pounds through
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| Used to daydream of shinin' in the hood with these bands
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| Tryna leave these hard times and run through millis with my friends
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| But my homies died young and that wasn’t part of the plan
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| Flyin' on these planes, wish I could reach and touch your hand
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| I don’t wanna be awake, that’s why I keep poppin' these Xans
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| My girl heart became a weakness, I did everything I can
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| We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain’t no givin' up
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| Never really knowin' it’s your time, you gotta live it up
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| Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can’t get enough
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| War zone, I’m on my way to school, got my blicker tucked
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| Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us
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| You gon' either die or see the system, ain’t no slippin' up
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| In these streets, they’ll take your life and they don’t give a fuck
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| Ain’t worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up
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| All my shorties know it’s spark, load that 40 up and spray it
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| Tweak with the squad and we start clappin' like a standin' ovation
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| Doin' all this sinnin', feelin' like I’m gettin' close to satan
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| This street’s a dirty ho, give her your heart and she gon' break it
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| Just wanted to be rich, was out there hustlin' with frustration
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| Felt like I was behind, so I got tired of being patient
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| If your mind stuck on the finer things, then you supposed to chase it
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| Ridin' in that brand new Bimmer, I feel motivated
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| Fake niggas show support, but deep inside, I know they hate it
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| Fuck the industry, it’s all cap, this shit overrated
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| Promise I’m gon' be the greatest 'til it ain’t no more debatin'
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| Prodigy, a young king, that’s what my mama cultivated
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| In that cell, public defender tried to offer me probation
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| Now I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces
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| Thinkin' 'bout my life, I probably would have died if I ain’t make it
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| R.I.P. |
| TimTim, I remember our last conversation
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| We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain’t no givin' up
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| Never really knowin' it’s your time, you gotta live it up
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| Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can’t get enough
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| War zone, I’m on my way to school, got my blicker tucked
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| Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us
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| You gon' either die or see the system, ain’t no slippin' up
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| In these streets, they’ll take your life and they don’t give a fuck
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| Ain’t worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up |