| Ooh woah, oh-oh
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| I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
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| (Key Gang got the keys jumpin')
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| Oh, yeah
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| Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose
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| Some Guccis on, walking down the dead road, ayy
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| I had a dream about my killer just the night before
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| Hate to face the fact that love don’t live here, they knife to my throat
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| I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
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| Guess I’m just a flower in the garden that won’t never grow
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| Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroad
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| Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath
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| Fifty-fifty, I split the pot and they still come back for more
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| Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own
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| Stood on my ten toes, like fuck it, had a hard knock life as a child
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| Three-twenty-three in ninety-nine, got notified by the scout
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| Jumped off the porch, father in prison
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| Out in the streets, he left four children
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| Double the pain that I been feeling
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| Never understood what that shit really meant
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| Momma smokin' dope, right there by
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| Rufus house, since I had grew up adopted
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| I rolled my bike down thirty-eighth, then met them Crips that claim harder
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| Popped up the road at an early age, that’s where I learned all my knowledge
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| Letter from my lil' cousin Vinny, sayin' somebody killed Quahfee
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| 2016 judge let me out, I grew a passion for rappin'
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| Sixteen years old, out on my own, I had to go make it happen
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| So I put the music to the side, Pooda introduced me to trappin'
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| I knew that shit, that wasn’t for me, right back to lights, camera, action
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| Hittin' on the old school Pontiac, I used to rap to fat Brandon
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| When I ain’t have a place to go, I stayed with Tim, my lil' cousin
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| Now they on my dick, who been there for me? |
| That’s one thing I remember
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| Oh, you were legit from hitting licks, now you longer a member
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| I had a dream about my killer just the night before
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| Hate to face the fact that love don’t live here, they knife to my throat
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| I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
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| Guess I’m just a flower in the garden that won’t never grow
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| Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroad
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| Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath
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| Fifty-fifty, I split the pot and they still come back for more
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| Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own
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| Second from first, I couldn’t accept it, out of all them things I can’t go for
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| it
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| Used to OG preach like the reverend, and still ain’t got nothin' to show for it
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| Got tired of seeing grandma stressin', looking to the sky like «Why? |
| Oh Lord»
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| Live by the knife, die by the Wesson, that’s the question from ol' boy
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| Didn’t make it out, was always dancin', I couldn’t seem to learn from they
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| lessons
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| Can I chase my dream deep in the ghetto?
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| My uncle told me like «Go for it»
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| From the way I killed that shit so thorough, Lord, please send me a blessing
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| Them bottom boys knew I was special from that song in my section
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| 'Cause where I’m from, catch a body it’s exciting, yeah
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| Whole lotta gang indictments, yeah
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| Whole lotta bullets flying, yeah
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| Whole lotta people dying, yeah
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| Whole lotta mommas crying, yeah
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| war all about the streets
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| Livin' out this all that he knows
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| Late night commas, I miss lil Leaky like one day we gon' blow
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| He tell me he gon' see alright, through the fakes
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| I took a look back to my life, I see a dead rose
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| Ayy, I had a dream about my killer just the night before
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| Hate to face the fact that love don’t live here, they knife to my throat
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| I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
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| Guess I’m just a flower in the garden that won’t never grow
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| Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroad
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| Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath
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| Fifty-fifty, I split the pot and they still come back for more
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| Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own
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| Oh, oh whoa
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| I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
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| Oh
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| Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose
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| Rolling down in Melrose
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| Ayy, ayy |