| Sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you
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| I’d watch the whole world burn to see you dance
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| Runnin' through cartels and jumpin' through bombshells
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| I thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands
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| It sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you
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| I’d watch the whole world burn to see you dance
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| Jump over bombshells and runnin' through cartels
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| Thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands
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| The story don’t start off great, I’m a gorilla goin' ape
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| I’m just a street nigga tryna make it to a milli in all the wrong ways
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| I’m runnin' all the long plays, they said I was born the wrong shade
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| I shoulda made it five years ago, my nigga, I was really born late
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| I used to carry sticks in my clothes, carry work in my shoes
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| Below the poverty line, what you expect me to do?
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| Runnin' through this life until twenty-one, twenty-two
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| Until I had to make a choice, you helped me choose
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| She said she believe in me, just keep on goin'
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| Just make sure when you get there, leave the door open
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| I said you know who I am, this kid from Brooklyn
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| I wish you still believed, even though tears are soaking
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| Sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you
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| I’d watch the whole world burn to see you dance
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| Runnin' through cartels and jumpin' through bombshells
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| I thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands
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| It sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you
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| I’d watch the whole world burn to see you dance
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| Jump over bombshells and runnin' through cartels
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| Thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands
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| So I tell nobody 'bout my dreams, workin' at the hotel
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| 'Cause I don’t think confessions over there might go well
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| And goin' back to the hood means that I have course failed
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| You either kill or you’re roadkill, so I said
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| Moved uptown, Kyra, she gave me a place to stay
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| Mama kicked me out back then, she did it ungraciously
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| Came home to all of the locks changed on New Year’s Eve
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| I’m glad we’re doin' better, we’re both okay
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| I stayed there for like three years, oh, bless her heart and soul
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| She’s worth a pot of gold
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| She’s worth a thousand years in G-Wagons on the road
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| I made a promise, I keep it, won’t ever betray those
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| She said she believe in me, just keep on goin'
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| Just make sure when you get there, leave the door open
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| I said you know who I am, this kid from Brooklyn
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| I had abandonment issues, you left me broken
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| Sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you
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| I’d watch the whole world burn to see you dance
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| Runnin' through cartels and jumpin' through bombshells
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| I thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands
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| It sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you
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| I’d watch the whole world burn to see you dance
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| Jump over bombshells and runnin' through cartels
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| Thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands
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| It sucks to be you |