| Ah-ha, we doing it one more time ya heard me
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| Man the streets in me, the streets done made me
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| I grew up thugging, believe that
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| Me and Trae, we gon riot this year
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| Y’all gon respect that to the fullest, man look
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| We doing it like this here, check the peoples out man look
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| It’s kinda hard to maintain, living like a true soldier
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| Living life on the edge, has got me so caught up
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| It’s kinda hard to maintain, living like a true soldier
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| Everyday is a test, and I just won’t give up
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| I remember back in the day, I was confused as a child
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| And never thought that I would grew up, to be this wild
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| I’m living life on the edge, to maintain is my job
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| They wanna see me crack under pressure, but giving in this too hard
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| They better get they army to swarm me, thinking they taking me out
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| I been a soldier out the gates, so fuck what you talking about
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| Guerilla Maab till I’m leaving, Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro
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| Call it what you wanna, you plex and you’ll be six feet below
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| Cause I been insane living, ever since my brother was gone
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| Finally facing up with the truth, that he ain’t coming back home
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| I know it’s wrong moving on, and though it seems the game’ll never change
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| I don’t knock, I gotta be strapped with a shank and a glock
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| Cause niggas be crucial on my block
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| And ain’t no way they taking my stripes, I ain’t going out without a fight
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| Unless they catch a nigga, sleeping in the night
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| And even still there ain’t no killing me, even if I die
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| I bet the world fin to remember me, a real nigga from the streets
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| I’m out chea cousin, rioting and thugging
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| You could catch me in the hood, grinding and hustling
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| The streets mad me, all the radios play me
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| Ain’t no turning back, ain’t no nigga could fade me
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| I’m still on a cash route, and I’m in a tight situation
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| Dog, the ball blast out
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| Still pulling masks out, at any time
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| Play with me whodi, you buy it and never find
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| Bitches make them cop calls
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| While my money keep the cops off, got Trae posted
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| With a Mack, 'case anything pops off
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| I’m a made man young hustler, ain’t no wankster in me
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| When I riot duck, that’s that gangster in me
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| Head buster, got them people talking
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| I’m playing with a six shot, I’ma fuck off this some whodi
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| Cause the streets too hot, too hot
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| Even nothing but the devil running me hot, and I’m going crazy
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| All the shit that I be facing, is what got me turning shady
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| They tell me to keep my head up, and it’s easy for them to say
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| Cause they ain’t going through what I’m through, each and every day
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| When you living like I’m living, and the block get bled
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| Running from the cops, praying them niggas never leave for dead
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| Cause I done seen it from every way, where the thugs and killas play
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| A nigga from around the way, that’ll be strapped down with a K
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| And ain’t trying to murder nobody, I just wanna live my life
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| And I can’t focus on my life, when these motherfuckers be shife
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| And I be searching for another way, please watch over Trae
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| Heavenly Father guide me out, so I can live another day
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| I gotta hold on, everything I got on the line
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| Surviving is what I’ma do, so I’ma ride behind mine
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| Like it was all that I had, or it be all that I got
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| Even if I lose everything, it just ain’t in me to stop
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| I’m trying so hard, to maintain
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| Knowing my life, will never be the same |