| It’s just the life before fame
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| It’s just the life before fame
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| Na na na, na na, na na, ayy, ayy
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| Quando Rondo nigga
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| My mama ask me how it feel to be in this position
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| To be honest mama, I swear that this just the beginning
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| Then she said baby don’t you stop 'til you at the finish
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| Don’t forget you came a long way from them trenches
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| Preach to 'em like a reverend, make them niggas listen
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| This my testimony, can I get a witness?
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| These niggas so phony, they ain’t really with me
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| These bitches so phony, they ain’t really with me, yeah
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| See I came from a city, a lot of blood, lot of sixties
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| A lot of AK’s and glizzys, a lot of Pampers be shitty
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| I’m from where they don’t show no pity, a lot of shooting and killin'
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| See off the drugs they be trippin', swear all my life I been crippin'
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| Niggas be killin' 'bout bitches and killers turnin' to snitches
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| Sho lost his life to the system, good niggas always fall victim
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| These niggas snakes filled with venom, plenty nights we ain’t had dinner
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| Pistol tucked tight in my denims, Rabbit lost his life just last winter
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| You see like nowadays real and fake don’t get seperated
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| Charges in another county pending, I’m still fighting cases
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| They say I changed up, once I came up I just elevated
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| I was full of pain bruh, I fuck around and fell in love with jadin'
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| If we ain’t beefin' 'bout no money we ain’t beefin', life is too short
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| We want all the smoke bitch, like a Newport
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| Just like a Newport, yeah yeah
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| My mama ask me how it feel to be in this position
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| To be honest mama, I swear that this just the beginning
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| Then she said baby don’t you stop 'til you at the finish
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| Don’t forget you came a long way from them trenches
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| Preach to 'em like a reverend, make them niggas listen
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| This my testimony, can I get a witness?
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| These niggas so phony, they ain’t really with me
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| These bitches so phony, they ain’t really with me, yeah
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| Peezy, oh, no they ain’t really with me
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| Keep my pistol inches from my hand, I know they out to get me
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| Robbin' niggas just to feed my family, now they out to kill me
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| Dirty world, especially where I roam, man this shit get filthy
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| Sorry it’s hard to be friendly, my cousin got killed by his friend
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| I’m not a killer but don’t push me, I hit your block in that van
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| Gave him an offer and he took it, now he tellin' on his best man
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| He was hard in the street shit, now he tellin' on the stand
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| People keep asking me how it feel to be in this position
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| I like the money but the fame could leave, shit I ain’t trippin'
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| Five point seven fillin' up my FN, so I ain’t slippin'
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| Try to take somethin', I’ma shake somethin' and leave your body drippin
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| My mama ask me how I feel, I say a lot done changed
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| Everything different but the pain, yeah that’s gon' stay the same
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| Mama keep askin' me how I feel, I say a lot done changed
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| Everything different but the pain
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| My mama ask me how it feel to be in this position
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| To be honest mama, I swear that this just the beginning
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| Then she said baby don’t you stop 'til you at the finish
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| Don’t forget you came a long way from them trenches
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| Preach to 'em like a reverend, make them niggas listen
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| This my testimony, can I get a witness?
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| These niggas so phony, they ain’t really with me
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| These bitches so phony, they ain’t really with me, yeah
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| This my testimony, can I get a witness?
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| These bitches so phony, they ain’t really with me, yeah |