| Now I don’t know what you been told about me
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| (I don’t know what you thought but the real is)
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| But I don’t take no shit from no nigga
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| (And all niggas, no exceptions homeboy)
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| And I wonder what my kids think about me
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| If I went to jail
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| (If I had to, would you love me)
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| Cause I had to kill me a nigga
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| Aye I’m hoping for the best tryna dodge the stress
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| But sometimes that just ain’t the way that it go
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| Hey if a nigga pull up on me at the light and it’s a choppa in site
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| Felon or not bet I be lettin' it go
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| I gotta make it back home
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| Major need me to cut his cartoons on
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| My baby Déjà catchin' feelings bout everything she sensitive
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| And King love money
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| I need to show him how to get it den
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| Damonie need me to tell em
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| You wanna rap then take it serious then
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| Play thing it never been
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| All I did was get it in
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| Neke Neke need a nigga to know what a real nigga is
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| Messiah need me to show him how I broke a deal
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| So imagine if I went and got killed
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| Get real nigga
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| And you know everyday we out here in the field
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| Gettin' it how we live
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| Fuck a record deal
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| Put my money with yo money
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| All we do is get mo money
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| But you know what I gotta do when someone trying to take it from me now
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| Disrespect me and we have to shoot it out in the street
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| Fuck it that’s just how that shit have to be
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| I gotta drum on the C
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| So the carpet spit 50 at least
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| Message to all who wanna see me deceased
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| Come and get you a piece
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| You think I’m poutin' nigga
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| Slice me and eat
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| Boy ain’t went one day out my life I was sweet
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| Except for to her
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| See she need me to keep it Couture
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| And buy her all the fancy shit she prefer
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| She ain’t get it though
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| But you gotta play yo part for a nigga though
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| Fuck a bitch stay away from dem niggas though
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| Cause you gon have me kickin in a nigga though
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| Wavin' pistols fuck you nigga
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| Bitch go get yo shit let’s go
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| Or do you need me to let you go
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| Find a rich nigga buy a house so I can move next dough
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| Sit there and watch yo new husband as he pull out the garage
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| Watch you tip toe in that doe so I can kill you den run
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| You so impressed with them niggas
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| You know dis ain’t no faćade
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| I’ll pull my tech on them niggas
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| And get em closer to God
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| You say I find the worst in er’ythang I see
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| But I love hard
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| That’s somethin' you know about me
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| Girl you know about me aye
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| You know what I’m sayin'
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| I know I had a lot of fucked up shit goin' on in my life
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| And this shit god damn
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| It’s in my head and in my heart man
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| It ain’t on me, it’s in me
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| You know what I’m sayin'
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| And and maybe I haven’t developed enough
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| To where I can communicate In a way that’ll keep me
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| From doing somethin' that’ll trip my life off the streets my nigga
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| So if separation is tha best
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| Den I respectfully say I love you to god damn death
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| And all my children
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| If I have to dome me a nigga out here
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| Please just come see me man
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| When you can man
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| Lemme see my grand kids
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| But I’ll be gotdamned
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| If a mafucka' take you from me man
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| I put my mafuckin' life on that
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| Kill or be killed nigga |