| Hey there, hey, how are you?
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| Muah, everything cool
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| I don’t know, I’m trying to see if you gon' like it
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| I’m gon' love it, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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| My daddy told me this industry ain’t what you think it is
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| And everyday you will be gone, you will think of your kids
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| No matter what they throw at you, get your biscuit and grits
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| Get your kibbles and bits, ain’t no riddles
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| I spit see the devil is a shady one, he lay up in yo' crib
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| And just when you find happiness he run away with it
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| Then you back to the drawing board and don’t know what to do
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| And feeling like you all alone and don’t know who is who
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| But it’s just like you, it’s just like me, it’s simply, it’s 1 and 2
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| It’s just like 3, don’t try to cuff it, let it flow and let it breathe
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| And if you love it let it go and let it leave and if it’s so
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| It come back running then you embrace
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| Don’t be like any other woman and turn your face
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| Just shake it off like it ain’t nothing and hold your weight
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| 'Cos pain make your heart toughen, it cant break you
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| They say 'cos you got a kid, you done did it big
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| What, you tryna live?
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| (They say)
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| Think you doing wrong, they don’t understand
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| Just where you’re coming from
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| (They say, something here)
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| Only people go
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| They intentions show but they wont break me
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| It’s like I’m all alone in this shit and ain’t nobody
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| Trying to lend a hand to a bitch
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| My baby asking why his daddy don’t love him
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| Yet, I swear to god it’s like a bullet going through my chest
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| I’m trying to make it by myself but scared of breaking down
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| I slit my wrist and tell god to come and take me now
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| See it’s a battle wit my body and I’m losing bad
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| I got a boy, dark child and don’t know who the dad
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| That shit is sad but we pushing on through the struggle
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| Why bitches be up in the streets if they don’t fucking hustle
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| That’s for them knuckleheads, boy, I put that on my uncle
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| I’m from the side of tracks where niggas in the black’ll truck you
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| Act like a bitch and put it down for the gang sign
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| (Something)
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| With these niggas at the same time
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| A thin line between the hood and the hood fad
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| Don’t let the game take me out
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| I’m taking out the game that’s on them thangs
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| They say 'cos you got a kid, you done did it big
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| What, you tryna live?
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| (They say)
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| Think you doing wrong, they don’t understand
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| Just where you’re coming from
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| (They say, something here)
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| Only people go
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| They intentions show but they wont break me
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| It’s like I go too hard for the people
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| And every time I hit the booth I’m just promoting evil
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| And I don’t wanna send the wrong message to tha kids
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| But what about my niggas lock up and doing bids?
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| And all my niggas on the block ducking from the feds
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| Just keep yo' head tied, nigga, do it how you live
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| And all my baby mommas, hell naw, I can’t forget
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| Don’t let no mothafucka tell you how to raise them kids
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| I’m on the borderline of fucked up and asses out
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| This remy got me spinning, think I’m fin’a pass out
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| Father forgive me 'cos I’m caught up in this
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| (Fair crout)
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| But I don’t know no betta, see all I know is chedda
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| Raised int he go-getta
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| They say the situations drastic a cold
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| (Retta)
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| They say some nigga just got blasted was no sweata
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| It’s unbelievable, them last days is gon' catch up
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| Be tryna make it through the gates but he wont let you
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| They say 'cos you got a kid, you done did it big
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| What, you tryna live?
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| (They say)
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| Think you doing wrong, they don’t understand
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| Just where you’re coming from
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| (They say, something here)
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| Only people go
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| They intentions show but they wont break me |