| My mama need me, my daddy need me
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| Niggas plottin' on me, yeah
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| My brother got shot, that changed a whole lot
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| The city was in a struggle, oh
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| No love in these streets, cried for 3 weeks
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| I thought it was a dream
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| These niggas you gotta watch, bitches you gotta watch
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| This hatin' shit won’t stop
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| I’m lost in these cold streets, just tryna find myself
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| You tryna get to know me, nigga, I don’t know myself
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| Get outta my face, niggas be actin' all day
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| Ones that love you still hate, all of these bitches be so fake
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| Rest in peace my brother Norm, these cold streets did him wrong
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| He just left, ten minutes later get a phone call that he gone
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| Damn, I wish I would never let you go alone
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| That’s on the gang, if I was there, you would have made it home
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| I gots to keep this shit real
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| That happened 3 years ago and it’s hurtin' me still
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| Niggas tryna get to know me, keep this shit real
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| Niggas fake, no new friends dawg so fuck how you feel
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| How you feel Rayv? |
| That’s how I feel too
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| You feel lost in these streets, I feel lost too
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| I swear thing ain’t been the same since I lost you, brother
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| But I hold shit down 'til the next time I cross you, brother
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| I’m lost in these cold streets, just tryna find myself
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| You tryna get to know me, nigga, I don’t know myself
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| Get outta my face, niggas be actin' all day
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| Ones that love you still hate, all of these bitches be so fake
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I’m lost in these cold streets, just tryna find myself
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| You tryna get to know me, nigga, I don’t know myself
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| Get outta my face, niggas be actin' all day
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| Ones that love you still hate, all of these bitches be so fake
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real
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| I gotta keep that shit real |