| Look, I ain’t never had shit
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| I always wanted more, though
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| I was a little badass
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| Nappy roots with the cornrows
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| Papa used to work his ass off
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| So he could buy me more clothes
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| All my friends into high fashion
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| We could barely afford those
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| Mama said it’ll all come
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| If we leave it up in God’s hands
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| But the thing about God’s plans
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| They don’t work like Raj’s plans
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| Raj move like a NASCAR
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| Raj move like an earthquake
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| Lately I’ve been on one
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| I’m on one 'till the wheels break
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| 'Cause I ain’t never had shit
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| We ain’t never had shit
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| Forgive me, I been doin' bad shit
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| I ain’t never had shit
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| We ain’t never had shit
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| Forgive me, I been doin' bad shit
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| 'Cause we ain’t never had shit
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| We ain’t never had shit
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| Look, ay
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| We swing cars and hands where I’m from
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| If he don’t swing back he might have guns
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| Drink that whiskey like I’m OD
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| I’m just my grandpappy’s grandson
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| Nowadays we gon' hoop in Jordans
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| We came a long way from And 1's
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| Nowadays everybody brainwashed
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| Dress like they all shop at PacSun
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| Bless my mom 'cause every Christmas
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| She made sure we always had some
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| She make sure there’s food on my plate
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| My fat ass ate every last crumb
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| My pops gave me game about life
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| In hopes it would protect his black son
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| Fill my ears with all of that truth
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| Before I knew what the truth was
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| Oh, everything he said was right
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| Said a lot of your friends would be dead or in jail
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| But it didn’t make sense 'till Devon died
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| Then they gave Funk 25 years to life
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| Bow my head in hopes that I’m living right
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| I pick it up, then I pick it up
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| We’ve been through too much
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| We ain’t giving up
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| 'Cause I ain’t never had shit
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| We ain’t never had shit
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| Forgive me, I been doin' bad shit
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| I ain’t never had shit
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| We ain’t never had shit
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| Forgive me, I been doin' bad shit
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| 'Cause we ain’t never had shit
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| We ain’t never had shit
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| ___FEELS___
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| (Ey)
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| When I talk da phone
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| He keep telling me
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| Kill these niggas off (ey)
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| He been tellin me I should probably lay off that adderall (all)
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| Moxie Java got the city poppin but it pissed my daddy off (huh)
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| Soon you’ll understand
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| Pops you made a man
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| Now im making hits see me blasing off higher than i did feel im fallin off
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| Where is the love when i need it
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| I feel the fake in the handshake
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| Stop saying things when you dont really mean it
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| Lately its all talk, I, dont really see it (eh)
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| Ive been out the way staying to myself, saying to myself
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| I just need to feel something, feel something new
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| Just need to feel something, feel something new
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| Just need to feel something, feel something new
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| Just need to feel something, feel something for real
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| Feel something, feel something for real |