| Born with the struggle, used to hustle for crumbs
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| Fillin blunts in the building front thuggin for ones
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| Full clips, fly dicks, down somethin to pump
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| Whole cliques fly whips, dimes nothin to son
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| City boy on the corner, I was so involved
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| So the drama I embraced it with open arms
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| Was tryin to shake the pain, hopin I could break the chains
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| Every day the same, who am I to make a change?
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| Will my niggaz risk it all just to play the game?
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| And the young’uns goin through it tryin to play the same
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| Through the rain, through the fire, handcuffed by desire
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| Sent to your son, forgive me for the sins that I’ve done
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| My life, my pain lasts forever
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| Nothin in these streets makes it better
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| My life, my pain lasts forever
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| Nothin in these streets makes it better
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| And so I live on
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| Sittin here thinkin drinkin got a, lot on my mind
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| Is my, life shrinkin am I, caught in the times
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| It’s a, quarter to nine and I’m, grabbin my 9
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| I had dreams I just, wanted to rhyme
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| Climb my ways out these whack-ass ghettos
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| I signed my name on the line with the devil
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| Still in my prime weight but lost minds are settled
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| Pots on the stove, move grandma’s kettle
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| Late for my job, he thinks he’s a star
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| She hates her husband, she says I’m a slob
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| Mixed feelins she ain’t gettin involved
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| Battle of the sexes, the planet’s off its axis
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| The IRS God damn I owe these taxes
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| The truth hurts, but I can take it
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| It’s a long time comin, but I can make it
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| No mistakin, the cream is back
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| I’m standin on my own two
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| I got my niggaz, true niggaz, real niggaz!
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| Stop the wheel really? |
| You only feel me
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| if you walk the same road, talk the same code
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| Still dwellin in the hell and find the time to make a home
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| The few who escape will try to find a safer zone
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| I ain’t waitin for Obama, never doubted him, I’m proud of him
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| He real, he’ll spend a couple million in the housing then
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| seein is believin, my vision is blurred
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| Cause I ain’t seein nothin I heard, really nothin but words
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| The bottom line I’m still stuck to the curb
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| Sky high but it wasn’t the sherm, really nuttin but herbs
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| I risk it all for the cause
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| Even if it’s war with the law won’t pause
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| I can’t won’t don’t stop, I ain’t got an off switch
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| Dyin tryin to live it just to get a small part of it
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| My squad is sick, type that you don’t want problems with
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| Rollin like 70 Mack trucks, what’s stoppin it?
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| Ohhhhh! |
| Ohhhhhh said I live
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| I live, I live, oohhhhhhhwhoahhhhhhh |