| Feel like I haven’t talked to y’all, done missed me
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| My pain run deep
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| Day after day
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| I dropped tears writin' this shit
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| Seems like I push against the clouds
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| They just keep blockin' out the sun
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| It seems since I was born
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| I’ve wakened every blessing morning (true shit)
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| Down on my luck and up against the wind
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| Yeah, down on my knees, every night I gotta pray
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| The judge wanna lock me up and take my life away
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| I got some shit up on my chest I feel I gotta say
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| This shit 'bout to get deep so listen up, ain’t 'bout to play
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| Lord, sometimes I really need your help
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| I’m stressin' real hard, sometimes I want to kill myself
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| I stopped takin' these drugs because they bad for my health
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| One night I load the revolver with a full six shells
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| It get deeper than that, that’s why I stay with a strap
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| My love for some fuck niggas, got some wounds in my back
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| Niggas 'posed to be my brothers, why they cross me real bad?
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| I ain’t even think twice, I ain’t takin' 'em back
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| Watched my mama struggle tryna get them bills
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| Hit the streets with my brother, fiendin' for a meal
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| 'Cause the labels scared of me and they don’t want to give a deal
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| Ain’t gon' hold shit back, nigga I’ma tell it real
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| Yeah I stayed with my mama, I was sleepin' on the floor
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| Even sharin' rooms with one bed with my lil bro
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| Jada looked me in my eyes, where my daddy 'bout to go?
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| Daddy gotta make a way 'cause I’m always on the road
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| Big Test told me one day this shit was gon' get deep
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| Can’t let this shit stop, you gotta stay on your feet
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| Take this shit like you was boxing when you bob and you weave
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| Why the people say they love me always just wanna leave?
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| Fifty K in that jewelry, need my neck cold
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| That shit don’t mean nothin' when it’s all gone
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| And some bitches did me bold, that’s why I love wrong
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| People tend to cross me, send them hitters, want 'em all gone
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| They don’t know about this pain shit, oh yeah it run deep
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| Seein' my brother in the box just was like seein' me
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| My own family talk about me, yeah they changed on me
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| Think a nigga at the top but I feel lonely
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| Seven kids, six baby mamas, that’s a lot of drama
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| Five of 'em cool, and that one, yeah she full of drama
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| Even want me dead, yeah this shit is sad and wrong
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| On the low she’ll set a nigga up and get me gone
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| Always puttin' in my son head, daddy always wrong
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| But daddy tryna get it and daddy he never home
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| I’m always callin' my kids always up on the phone
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| Heard my pops got mad when I told the world that he stoned
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| 12 hit the block just to set me up and catch me up
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| Told my mama if I die you know that they done wet me up
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| They told her they ain’t gon' stop 'til they catch me and they get they luck
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| Sittin' here with this MAC-11, they can’t take me bruh
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| 12 hit the block just to set me up and catch me up
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| Told my mama if I die you know that they done wet me up
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| They told her they ain’t gon' stop 'til they catch me and they get they luck
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| Sittin' here with this MAC-11, they can’t take me bruh
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| Ayy that shit real deep, nigga that’s just life shit
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| Motherfucker so short, I couldn’t get enough of my pain off on this one
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| Part two comin' though
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| I done did enough tears on this bitch, I’ma let the beat cry for y’all |