| Look, I know a cat that joined the military at an early age
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| I’ve seen him once and a while when he’d come around the way
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| I would see that picture where he posin' camouflage and paint
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| Shit, I knew him hella young, I heard he had them straight A’s
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| But he didn’t respect his momma much
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| So Oakland is where they sent him up
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| Snd he always stayed out of touch
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| He only called home when he need a buck
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| Got locked up, caught selling drugs
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| Life changed a nigga, went from sharp to a fuckin' thug
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| Fresh off the grid, back in the hustle mode
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| No time to muffle though, that ain’t the hustler’s code
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| And it’s hard to trust him with dough
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| My other homie said he stole a studio right up out of his home
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| Military trained with a military brain
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| Hard to process, switchin' and changin' lanes
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| I know some killers out the military
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| I know some dealers out the military
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| See, you can be all you wanna be
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| See, you can be all you wanna be
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| See, you can be a (what?) drug dealer (what?)
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| Thug nigga (what?) born killer (what?)
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| See, you can be all you wanna be
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| See, you can be all you wanna be
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| See, you can be
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| I got a gang of brothers that was in the military that was just honorably
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| discharged
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| Really wasn’t cut like Rambo when the shit starts
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| I don’t blame 'em, I would’ve been right there smokin' weed too
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| Fuck flyin' up and skydivin' out a B2
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| I know some homies that got PTSD
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| And now they havin' flashbacks
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| It’s stories of hazmats, and being ransacked
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| And now they on packs of the Xanax
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| To hold back the thoughts of all the bad acts
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| Nigga used to be a dork, now he a Mad Max
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| Quick to snap a niggas cap back and show his flag tats
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| Yeah, a cop’s nightmare, that is a rogue soldier
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| That seen too much and was told to roll over
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| Now he can’t be sober, he got a cold shoulder
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| To the same country he feel
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| He used to drive the tanks and control rovers
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| Now he rather be a loner while he’s growin' older
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| I know some killers out the military
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| I know some dealers out the military
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| See, you can be all you wanna be
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| See, you can be all you wanna be
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| See, you can be a (what?) drug dealer (what?)
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| Thug nigga (what?) born killer (what?)
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| See, you can be all you wanna be
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| See, you can be all you wanna be
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| See, you can be
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| All you can be, dawg, even the president
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| Popular demand don’t matter when they riggin' the messages Look at all the
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| messes and opiods and the recklessness
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| The terrorists, and what all this represents is common negligence
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| How embarrassing, can’t even kneel like Colin Kaepernick in America
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| The land of the free, the land of the foul
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| The land of the «all we want is power right now»
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| Give it up
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| Everybody drinkin'? |
| How come the front row ain’t have no drinks,
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| what happened here? |
| Gotta get the front row some drinks. |
| White people ain’t
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| feelin' it. |
| If they were black people with no drinks they’d be raising hell
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| right now. |
| See, white people are just so patient. |
| Black people: «that motherfucker! |
| I’ve been here a half hour, my shit ain’t here yet».
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| Everybody drinkin', having a good time? |