| Whoo!
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| Fam Goon!
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| Let’s do it
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| They don’t know what it took
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| I ain’t gon let em take it from me
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| Young small nigga
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| In the kitchen makin'
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| At times, I lied to my girl, and still say «I promise»
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| You know them times will hurt yo heart just to be honest
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| Mama told me she love me
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| Also told me she miss me
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| Ain’t seen her in a minute
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| I know she feel offended
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| She don’t know that I know she got a drug problem
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| She won’t stay off the powder
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| She won’t let go the bottle
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| Me and my niggas’ll fight, but they my niggas for life
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| Don’t ever give him a gun, if he can’t handle a knife
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| You ever felt that same knife stab you in your back?
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| Watch who you make your cheese with, racks
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| You don’t even know
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| You don’t know
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| I promise they don’t know
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| You don’t know
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| You think you know him
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| You don’t really know him
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| Should’ve listened to Mom
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| Remember from a time, she said «them niggas ain’t right»
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| She said «them niggas ain’t right»
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| She was right
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| «And baby, don’t you trust no other woman, be careful witcha homies,
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| remember every moment, we came from eatin' bologna»
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| They don’t know
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| I promise they don’t know
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| They don’t know
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| I promise they ain’t know
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| Slept in the bando houses
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| Dirty beds and couches
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| Went from prayin' for ounces
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| Thankin' God for bricks
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| Sold all the nicks
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| Stealin' cars and shit
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| How could they think I forgot?
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| How could I ever forget?
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| I ain’t smell no roses
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| I pulled up in that Rolls
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| Pockets about to explode
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| I came from sleepin' outdoor
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| Used to everything
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| Now I everything
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| said I got bad aim
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| I’m known to pop at everything
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| I’m known to fuck up a wedding ring
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| I fuck ya wife
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| She wanna cancel the wedding
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| I only fucked her twice
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| You think you know your bitch?
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| You don’t know much about her
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| She said that pussy yours
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| Then why the fuck I got her? |