| All my partners from the hood understand
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| We ain’t letting Section 8 get the upper hand
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| Trying to flip this pie and then we stacking up some rubber bands
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| Trying to put my brothers in a place where they understand
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| I was 11 when I first started rapping shit
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| Figured that I’d go platinum right off the bat and shit
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| Funny how this life work and yeah dog the people change
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| Swear this verse is light work, I’m about to crush the game
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| I’m a different cloth, yeah man we ain’t cut the same
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| When I cut these records upper cuts, fuck the lames
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| Flipping through the pages in my journal when I write this
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| Feeling amazing, bullets be grazing, but I fight to live
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| Praying that the boy gon' see 25
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| I hit 21, I prayed to be alive
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| Cause the city that I’m from dog is really do or die
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| 17 years young I’m chilling outside
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| Witnessing a couple killings while they running off like villains in the
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| darkest of nights
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| Truly remember all those sounds back in Cinnamon Woods
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| I need a shorty that’s gon' make me feel real good
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| I need a blunt rolled fat for my partners in the back
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| 15 trying to steal my momma’s Cavalier
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| Had me doing reckless shit all year
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| Had me doing reckless shit all year
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| Had me doing reckless shit all year |