| I, I tried momma
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| I tried
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| You lookin at me check yourself lil’bitch
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| Mad at the rydas cause we all rich and shit
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| Think about what you used to have
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| And what you don’t have now
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| Trying to hate on me with a glass dick in your mouth
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| Used to represent in Cleveland black trucks with the bumps
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| Drive through the car wash now see you work and wash my shit punk
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| You had all the bitches, paper, no trouble
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| Now your ass is up in the air gettin banged out for pebbles
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| I don’t give a fuck it’s like a horse with a broken leg
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| An old crusty ass broken down piece of shit
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| What’s next?
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| Next time I see ya I pull out my heater
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| And meltin your brain with hot lead you muthafucka
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| I can’t take it no more
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| I gave it everything I had
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| Back on the bottom and everything is lookin bad
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| Face mad cause I’m hungry and I’m broke as fuck
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| I see your man on the corner and you know he’s stuck
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| He out of luck in the wrong place at the wrong time
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| I give a fuck if he blind
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| All his money mine
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| On the dime I whip the gat out
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| Handles slippery cause I’m sweaty |
| He tried to move so I’ma pull this lead out
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| Check his pockets loose change and a note
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| Sayin I used to be a rapper I’ma joke
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| Hooked on dope and I don’t wanna live, damn
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| Please somebody kill me and end this life big
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| Back 2 crack I’m all fuckin tried
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| Slangin’them dub tapes out the hoop ride
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| I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
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| But this rap shit didn’t go far, go far
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| Back 2 crack I’m all fuckin tried
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| Slangin’them dub tapes out the hoop ride
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| I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
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| But this rap shit didn’t go far, go far
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| Hand me that muthafuckin crack pipe
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| I wanna smoke me a pebble
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| I’m through tryin to be a rebel
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| I used to follow them hip-hop tours
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| Handin my demos out at backstage doors
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| I’m through trying to be the next Dr. Dre
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| I’d rather just smoke this rock away
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| Phoney deals, contracts, labels snakes everywhere
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| Shit…
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| I heard that niggas from the hood was goin way out
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| Returning back to the hood servin fools like a paper route
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| Scrounging up whatever loot they got to buy a key
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| But if ranchers grew weed like record sales and popularity |
| Back to the corner slangin loose and clumps
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| Gotta live ghetto fabulous with rims and bumps
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| Gotta have the fuckin heater cause my hands are stingin
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| Coming back in 2's and 3's tryin to peel your cap
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| Cause occasionally you serve a lemon head delight
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| But you think them heads are stupid
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| Cause it’s dark at night
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| Plus you gotta get yours
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| By any means it’s on again
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| But you record slangin yayhoo
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| How the fuck can you win
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| Back 2 crack I’m all fuckin tried
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| Slangin’them dub tapes out the hoop ride
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| I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
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| But this rap shit didn’t go far, go far
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| Momma, momma I tried
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| I just, I just couldn’t do it
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| I mean, I mean damn you never helped a mufucka
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| I mean, I’m sorry momma
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| That’s just drugs talkin momma
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| Momma I’m sorry
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| Back 2 crack I’m all fuckin tried
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| Slangin’them dub tapes out the hoop ride
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| I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
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| But this rap shit didn’t go far, go far
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| Back 2 crack I’m all fuckin tried
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| Slangin’them dub tapes out the hoop ride
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| I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star |
| But this rap shit didn’t go far, go far |