| I can’t lie
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| Lately I ain’t been feeling myself
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| I’m on mars right now
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| Woah-oah
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| Looked at a picture of like damn, I really miss him
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| Ran up my money but still ain’t happy, like, what I’m missing?
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| I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and millions
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| Crossed by the ones I called my
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| Heart hurt so much, I can’t explain the feeling, yeah
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| Who would ever knew these been the project buildin'
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| Why have to keep it a thousand, I keep it a billion
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| I damn near take you to three houses, don’t make me a real one
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| I sip cough syrup to ease the problms and pain that I’m feeling
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| All out the roof of that Impala, like, «Father, forgiv me»
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| Due to the fact 'bout my lil' partner, thirty clips gets emptied
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| All on my own, I ain’t have no father, only in the fifth grade
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| she’ll be the one to take a Xan'
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| I wasn’t even old enough for to leave the house and go hang with my friends
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| Next thing you know before I the leave the house, I gotta tuck my FN
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| Starting kicking doors, I had to take the street route to help granddad meet
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| ends
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| Clutching on the poles, it was me and Leeky, don’t try to load up suspense
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| Sentenced 2 years up the road by the judge for all them breaking the ends
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| I was in a hold cell, super cold, just need my matt, pad, and pen
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| You was on the basketball court when I was writin' flows in juvenile pen
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| Started smoking ports soon as they done let me out when I was turnin' sixteen
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| I would have to sleep on dope boy Reeboks, then had a dope boy dream
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| What’s the chances you make it out? |
| You might get knocked at eighteen
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| Either rich or poor, that shit’s for sure, my feelings still be the same
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| Looked at a picture of like damn, I really miss him
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| Ran up my money but still ain’t happy, like, what I’m missing?
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| I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and millions
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| Crossed by the ones I called my
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| Heart hurt so much, I can’t explain the feeling, yeah
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| Who would ever knew these been the project buildin'
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| Why have to keep it a thousand, I keep it a billion
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| I damn near take you to three houses, don’t make me a real one
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| And I say I know
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| It’ll be the people sitting right close
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| Tell me where you was, it was me and Luwop
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| People change up for no reason, that’s how life goes
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| Different disagreements, same old sides though
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| Boy, it hurt your heart when you seen on the obituary
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| Seems like the one settled on me really hate that I made it
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| I really came from the muddy mud of the muddy, yeah
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| Pour up a cup of that bubbly
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| Past life I lived, thought it was so marvelous
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| Made it through the storm and I know they hate, that shit so obvious
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| My heart so torn, do anything to see my gramma face yeah
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| Tell me where you was, it was me and Luwop
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| I swear last night I went to sleep inside some dope boy Reeboks
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| This little whodie in the trenches having dope boy dreams
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| Can’t forget to mention that lil' homie took the C-R-I-P route
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| My heart got broken and stolen and shattered all in one day
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| my past 'til today
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| Looked at a picture of like damn, I really miss him
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| Ran up my money but still ain’t happy, like, what I’m missing?
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| I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and millions
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| Crossed by the ones I called my
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| Heart hurt so much, I can’t explain the feeling, yeah
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| Who would ever knew these been the project buildin'
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| Why have to keep it a thousand, I keep it a billion
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| I damn near take you to three houses, don’t make me a real one |