| Tin Lizzy Ford to a Rolls Royce boy
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| A bumpy ride turned smooth
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| In the fast lane we cruise
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| We ghetto, this life we didn’t choose
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| From the get-go we never settled
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| Why should you?
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| I used to be influenced by a hustler with a chain
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| Now I’m influenced by a man asking for some change
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| I used to pray for riches, now all I want is change
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| Like Obama man, I’m trying to do the right thing
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| For my momma’s sake
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| She don’t wanna see her son boxed and confined and chained
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| My pops, he already did that man
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| Filled with marijuana and cocaine veins
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| Not a chip off my old man
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| See these malt liqours (?)
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| Man how can we escape this lane
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| I’m telling my young folks sometimes that cool ish is really lame
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| See I sat back and peeped game
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| Twenty years and nothing changed
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| I could have kept my diary blank and still maintained
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| Cause its all the same
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| Its a recurring stress, I tried the cess, I tried to rest
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| I never fell so I’m next to sell
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| I’m playing life 'til there’s nothing left
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| Its still hard even though I know the test
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| As long as I give my all and put my best
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| Everything else, is god blessed
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| In life nothing’s ever really hard pressed
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| I really address for my niggas with fear bubbling in their chest
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| We got it now let’s
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| Evreything’s a reason to stop heron thinking
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| Cause homies are leaving and families are grieving
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| And I can’t stop speaking about what I’m seeing
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| I wanna pop bottles and throw money around for no apparent reason
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| To express my wealth
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| Cause I’m from the hood and I like to live good
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| I just choose to speak and do well when its time to express myself
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| When its time to express myself
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| Express myself
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| Express myself
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| Express myself
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| Express myself
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| Express myself
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| Express myself
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| You don’t know
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| What love is
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| Ooh ooh ooh
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| You don’t know
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| What love is
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| Ooh ooh ooh |