| Rose from the mud, I’m by myself, I ain’t have a place to go
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| Tied from the judge, he facin' with a colder pointed low
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| Shots, I don’t trust sometimes, I wonder why did I didn’t know
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| Sometimes I wish that I could press rewind and take you back when I was poor
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| I’m on my shit just like a plunger, no wonder they want to see me fall
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| Down on my dick, they didn’t see Stevie Wonder boo when I ran out of water
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| Dyin' with my clique, this shit ain’t 'bout no deposits, I’m wit' 'em,
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| right or wrong
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| Down in the ditches, shouldn’t have played with a mobster, we spinnin' at your
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| mob
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| Street life, street life, street life, street life
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| You might lose your life to the trenches
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| You might lose your life to the trenches, yeah
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| Street life, street life, street life, street life
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| You might lose your life to the prison
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| You might lose your life to the prison
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| My mama always told me, «Tap for real»
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| I’m talkin' way before the come-up, we was thuggin', slangin' iron for real
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| I’m talkin' deep down in the gutter, bread and butter 'fore I had a drop for
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| real
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| Jump, but I’m backin' up the cutter on the backstreet niggas down for real
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| I got your back, you got my back, protect the brand, yeah, that’s just what it
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| is
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| Back before my grandma popped the pills
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| I think the streets just got me gettin' ill
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| These bullets burn like, so you don’t let no one back there
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| Back then, I’m lovin' X, I
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| Bro send a text like, «Can you pay my bills?»
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| Really saw Mac when I look in the mirror, oh
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| Rose from the mud, I’m by myself, I ain’t have a place to go
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| Tied from the judge, he facin' with a colder pointed low
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| Shots, I don’t trust sometimes, I wonder why did I didn’t know
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| Sometimes I wish that I could press rewind and take you back when I was poor
|
| I’m on my shit just like a plunger, no wonder they want to see me fall
|
| Down on my dick, they didn’t see Stevie Wonder boo when I ran out of water
|
| Dyin' with my clique, this shit ain’t 'bout no deposits, I’m wit' 'em,
|
| right or wrong
|
| Down in the ditches, shouldn’t have played with a mobster, we spinnin' at your
|
| mob
|
| Street life, street life, street life, street life
|
| You might lose your life to the trenches
|
| You might lose your life to the trenches, yeah
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| Street life, street life, street life, street life
|
| You might lose your life to the prison
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| You might lose your life to the prison |