| Fold, yeah
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| So many niggas
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| So many niggas fold, sell they soul to the devil
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| And these hoes ain’t no better
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| Heart cold as the weather up in January
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| I’ma keep it G until I’m six feet in the cemetery
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| Swear to keep it G until I’m six feet in the cemetery
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| Told 'em sellin' they soul, they don’t know no better
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| Lil' niggas breakin' the code, they don’t know no better
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| They wasn’t told like we was told, they don’t know no better
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| Under pressure, they gon' fold, they don’t know no better
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| They don’t know no better
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| I don’t blame you new niggas, I blame your OGs (I blame your old-head)
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| 'Cause a nigga should’ve told you like a nigga told me (This what he should’ve
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| said)
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| If you point a nigga out, then you the fuckin' police (You a motherfuckin' rat)
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| I don’t know what he talkin' 'bout and how the fuck he know me (Fuck he know
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| that?)
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| Matter fact, where the fuck my lawyer at?
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| 'Cause this case, I ain’t take no part in that
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| I don’t know nothin', I hope you recordin' that
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| Bring me to jail or back where we started at |
| 'Cause I ain’t sayin' shit, I swear
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| Day for day, I’ll sit in jail, on God
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| Watch for them new generation steppers, they’ll squeeze at you, then tell on you
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| They sendin' shots, at the same time, tellin' 12 on you
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| Like if I die, this who done it
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| And if he wasn’t the shooter, then he sent it with his money
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| Be honest, how you win with a double-edged sword?
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| Try to inhale it with your rod and end up behind bars
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| So you turned to the Bible, your only option the Lord
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| Now all your hoes leavin', they fuckin' your homeboys, cold-blooded
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| Seen so many niggas fold, sell they soul to the devil
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| And these hoes ain’t no better
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| Heart cold as the weather up in January
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| I’ma keep it G until I’m six feet in the cemetery
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| Swear to keep it G until I’m six feet in the cemetery
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| Told 'em sellin' they soul, they don’t know no better
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| Lil' niggas breakin' the code, they don’t know no better
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| They wasn’t told like we was told, they don’t know no better
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| Under pressure, they gon' fold, they don’t know no better
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| They don’t know no better |
| Now you start to get used to this josing shit, you heard me?
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| You don’t want to, but you know
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| You gotta adapt to this shit so you could be comfortable, so you could survive,
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| you know what I’m sayin'?
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| And you start seein' like your
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| Your friends, they really ain’t your friends
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| People you thought’ll be there for you ain’t nowhere to be fuckin' found
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| So, you know, you turn to the Lord, only person you got to call on
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| You wishin' you could call your lil' shorty who you was keepin' it G with
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| But when you get locked up, she fall back (Prepaid collect call from)
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| Why you ain’t answerin' the phone? |
| Girl, what’s wrong? |
| Where you been?
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| She told me, «You been down long and lately I couldn’t comprehend»
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| I say, «You lost me, come again?» |
| She was like, «Look, I got a friend»
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| I was like, «What that’s 'posed to mean?» |
| She told me, «I guess, the end»
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| I’m like, «The end of what? |
| The end of us?
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| That’s how you comin'? |
| What the fuck?
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| Bitch, you ain’t shit, ho, you a slut
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| Should’ve known you wasn’t to trust»
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| She said, «Remember you was wildin', cheatin', and ain’t give a fuck? |
| Well, now I’m leavin', guess we even,» and right after, she hung up, damn
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| I never thought I’d hear her makin' them lil' statements
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| Threw my heart down and walked on it, had to get it out the pavement
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| She waited 'til I got locked up and then the bitch betrayed me
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| But I’m too strong of a nigga to ever let a bitch break me
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| But still, it was a first-degree aggravated burglary
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| She took my heart, no surgery, got me so lost, come search for me
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| Now she out there fuckin' a nigga who used to buy a Perc' from me
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| But I gotta shake back, could never let her know it hurted me
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| She said she moved on, I was down too long
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| Had to be out my right mind to think that she wouldn’t do wrong
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| I guess I was proved wrong, she don’t know no better
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| I was proved wrong, shawty don’t know no better
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| Seen so many niggas fold, sell they soul to the devil
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| And these hoes ain’t no better
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| Heart cold as the weather up in January
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| I’ma keep it G until I’m six feet in the cemetery
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| Swear to keep it G until I’m six feet in the cemetery |
| Told 'em sellin' they soul, they don’t know no better
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| Lil' niggas breakin' the code, they don’t know no better
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| They wasn’t told like we was told, they don’t know no better
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| Under pressure, they gon' fold, they don’t know no better
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| They don’t know no better |