| If this world were mine
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| I would place at your feet
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| All that I own
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| You’ve been so good to me
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| I wrote about stickin' the mami’s
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| Wrote about lickin' the tommy
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| It’s time for me to write some shit for my mommy
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| My mother, and not only to tell her I love her
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| But to show her how the pen can cause her kid to grow up
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| I don’t even be lying no more, mah, I’m honest
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| I’m not playing with guns no more neither, I promise
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| I’m not hanging with the donnas
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| He my dog and I love him but fuckin' with son is just too much drama
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| I wonder how it woulda be if you had the chance to raise me
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| Would I still not know how to romance a lady?
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| Is it cause you made me a cancer baby
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| That I stay on some crab shit so nobody get the chance to portray me
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| Whatever it is yo I ain’t tryin' to let it go
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| I’m focused mah, I know what I’m headed for
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| Oh, before I let you go
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| You might not knew it before so I’m telling you now to let you know
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| I remember the everyday arguments
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| Part of it was fuckin' with my common sense
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| The other part of it gave me the confidence
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| To do what I was doing
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| Only if I knew what I was doing
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| When, what, and who was I pursuing
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| Being twelve years old guzzlin' gold
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| Coming home drunk; |
| you crying while I stumble and fold
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| Remember you had your son like a bum in the cold
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| Cuz you was movin' my kicks and found jums in the sole?
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| But man I was a young man just runnin' the road
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| Trying to make a little crumbs cuz wasn’t none in my bowl
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| I hated to see you struggle for gold
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| When you really deserved ice double the cold
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| That glow like your colorful soul
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| Mom, my love for you has wanted to grow
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| Last ten times stronger than any couple that’s old
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| Oh, before I let you go
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| You might not knew it before so I’m telling you now to let you know
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| Yo I said they could never give enough cheddar to me
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| To talk about the lady that made me negatively
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| Even though eye to eye something we never could see
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| My mother’s the one woman no other one ever could be
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| See she gon' be proud when I blow like Nagasaki
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| Don’t ever regret lettin' them cell blocks adopt me
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| Jail was a blessin' mommy; |
| my nation stood by me
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| They got me in places regular faces can’t find me
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| As Omega my crimey, told me I’m so ahead of my time
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| Even when they fast forward niggaz rewind me
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| I learned about Malcom, Marcus, and Kwame
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| About the white man why he feed us spiced ham
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| Spam, and salami
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| Lyrically they can’t deny me
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| All I need is your love, your trust and just for you to stand by me
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| Oh, yo before I let you go
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| You might not knew it before so I’m telling you now to let you know |