| What we gotta do to get it right?
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| Lately all we seem to do is fight
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| I just had a dream 'bout you last night
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| Driving, thought I seen you at the light
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| Starlito
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| Yeah
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| I don’t know, fuck
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| Still wartorn and scarred
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| Forgot to remember anything next morning from off them bars
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| Twenty bullets hit the car, all of 'em meant for Star
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| Got to pay rent tomorrow, car too dark to disregard
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| I miss my squad, at war with myself, pissed with God
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| Now I’m feeling these changes, slowly turning to this old head, man fuck that
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| Just an eighties baby with some old bread
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| We used to pray just not to go fed
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| Where would I be if I ain’t, man free Roy Gold, homie hold your head
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| I just been riding 'round lurking, I ain’t go to bed
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| Used to just ride around serving out an Oldsmobile
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| Never in a million years thought I would outgrow the Ville
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| I still would sell out my liil shows just so you know it’s real
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| Grind hard, received this as an opus, call it finally focused
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| You ever really been in a shootout and you was tryna reload?
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| Fuck, cry one tear, no bucket
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| Two Glocks and they twins, call 'em Kirby and Puckett
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| Tryna get it right and make it right, I keep it right
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| Probably one of the reasons I can’t sleep at night
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| Tired of holding back tears
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| Just checked my watch, it’s time to let go of my fears
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| Where I’m going, I have no idea
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| My whole career, I’m just thuggin', but I made the most of it, yeah
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| I’m just hustlin' but I made some folks love me
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| So fuck it, here goes nothing, now it’s something
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| Went from nothing to something
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| Way too private for my life to be so public and function
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| I ain’t gon' lie here, lately I been thinking kind of destructive
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| Angry how I became allowed 'cause I got better judgement than that
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| That nigga signed, why I ain’t fuckin' with that
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| My bitch hit me every hour like why I ain’t loving her back?
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| Mama even told me boy you shouldn’t ever mistreat her
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| She love you like I love you and you ain’t gon' see it 'til she leave
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| What we gotta do to get it right?
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| Lately all we seem to do is fight
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| I just had a dream 'bout you last night
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| Driving, thought I seen you at the light, yeah
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| Skinny nigga, big dreams
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| Since long braids and tall tees
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| Whether I had a little bit or a lot, it was all me
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| Thought like a boss even though nobody taught me
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| Often took a smaller piece just to make sure we all eat
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| Loyalty mean more to me than a tattoo
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| Grind hard, and there’s more to me than these rap tunes
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| Take it back to the avenue
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| You don’t have a clue
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| Go to sleep grindin', wake up hustlin'
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| Shit that’s how we had to do
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| Still have flashbacks too, ridin' 'round strapped with the
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| Shoutout the shawty that bought us all them bullets
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| Tryna get straight, I always thought so crooked
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| Eh, Lito
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| My common sense sayin' I should move along
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| Ain’t no love at home
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| All my guns throwaways
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| Just threw away another phone
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| Underground underdog, the hood took me under, yeah
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| GhettOut |