| When niggas hearts turn cold
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| It get hotter than time
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| Youngins yellin out they’s up
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| That means somebody gettin down
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| I mean, ain’t tryna be no thugs
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| But ain’t no options around
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| We born to hell and our only promise is just a spot in the ground
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| A nigga try to take my chain
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| Nigga I’m poppin it down
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| If I ain’t got it you gotta kill me
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| If I survive then he dying
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| I mean as shallow as that sound
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| That’s just how we designed
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| These streets gon' transform your ass
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| As fast as Optimus Prime
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| It ain’t too much that he gon' take
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| Or watchin his momma be crying
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| A nigga gon' jump up off that porch
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| Gonna make his dollars and climb
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| A nigga gon' hustle like its sport
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| Until he outta that bind
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| Cause this broke shit with that ambition
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| Will drive you outta your mind
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| And fuck a op nigga
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| You’re only real
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| Them folks gon' give your ass away
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| Like you adopted by time
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| And now your kids without a dad
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| And their whole plot is divide
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| That’s black cycle shit
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| Somebody call me out if I’m lyin, but fuck it
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| We born to lose, raised to win |
| Man I believe them words so much that I engraved my skin
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| Shit I can’t pretend
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| I’ve been down, couldn’t scrape a cent
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| But I’d rather die before these niggas see me caving in
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| Granny told me I should pray
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| Just hope that he erase my sins
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| I said it’s kind of hard when the dope man in a Mercedes Benz
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| She told me for that shine wait
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| With faith you better make amends
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| Ain’t tellin you that broke is cool but money never made a man
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| Now I’m like a drummer at a black college
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| Tryna make the bands
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| Higher than a waving hand
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| Ballin like I’m K Durant
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| When it’s real, it ain’t gonna happen fast
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| You gotta pace it then
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| Life really a marathon
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| Word to Nip the great for real
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| Would you ride for it?
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| You ain’t livin if it’s nothing you won’t die for
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| That’s real, yeah I like that
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| I said, look
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| Would you ride for it?
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| You ain’t livin if it’s nothing you won’t die for
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| Nothin you won’t die for
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| Tell me would you die for it
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| Damn, you know they fuck with Pro
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| I talk a hustler’s code
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| They watched me, from the mud I rose
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| Them niggas told me no |
| They used to shut them doors
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| But you know the saying
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| «The realest ones gon have the toughest rose»
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| I used to care about folks' opinions
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| I don’t give a fuck no more
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| They knock you while you’re here
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| Die, they all gon' love your soul
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| And imma fall a gladiator
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| Ghetto ass Russell Crowe
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| In case we never speak again
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| I did it like no other bro
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| Gone |