| You say you a gangsta, that don’t impress me none
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| You say you a gangsta, ain’t seen a thing you’ve done
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| I do it all on myself, I ain’t getting help
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| From no one, from no one
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| Yeah I’m young, 21, living in a crazy world
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| But I know the difference between a man and a herb
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| You frontin' like you got it, claim they hatin' on your wallet
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| Gucci telling you the time and you watch it
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| No I ain’t stunting like my daddy, he’s livin' with my granny
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| Used to be a big baller, he’s surviving off of gambling
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| But I love him he’s my daddy, yeah I love him he’s my daddy
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| Put him in a big house before I ever see a Grammy
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| And my mommy started working days at the church
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| Finding faith in God cause the real world hurts, so much evil lurks
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| They just make us work but we can’t find work
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| Abuela, mommy and the girls in a one bedroom
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| South beach lifestyle, they just paying for the view
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| Mommy on the couch since she was 42
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| Sacrificing for the kids cause that’s what mommies do
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| So I smoke my spliff, I spliff it hard
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| Candi says to stop, my voice is getting too harsh |
| So I sobered up and my thoughts they rush
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| And now I think of you behind bars
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| Cross state lines, they spliffing good
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| In Miami you catch a charge and the whole family tears apart |