| I had my back 'gainst the wall, nobody to call
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| But I’m getting paid now
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| I had no money, my niggas ain’t love me
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| So all that love they showin' fake now
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| I had no money, these bitches won’t touch me
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| If we ain’t fuckin' you can’t stay round
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| These police corrupted, they keep tryna cuff me
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| That lawyer money, beat the case now
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| Wish I had the option to choose the street life or school
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| See my mother breakdown
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| They thinkin' that my life is cool
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| Gotta keep a tool or they’ll find me face down
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| They tryna see what would I do
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| If it’s me or you, send you outta space now
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| They wanna take my life away now
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| Can see the hate all in your face now
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| Wish I had the option to choose the street life or school
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| See my mother breakdown
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| Back when I was hungry, felt like they ain’t love me
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| Step on the gas, don’t use no brakes now
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| Your bitch say she love me 'cause she see this money
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| But I ain’t got no time to play now
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| Only chasin' this money, can’t get nothing from me
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| I cut my circle, see the snakes now
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| They tryna see how would I move
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| Put you in my shoes, and watch how you break down
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| I never got to finish school
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| 2000 on shoes, designer from waist down
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| And I know that they hating, they call me their brother but whole time praying
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| that I fall
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| My mother frustrated, ain’t got no diploma, ain’t ever get to see me wall
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| I needed some help put some trust in my niggas, they left me stranded,
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| couldn’t call
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| Don’t know who to trust, seein' all this fake love, rather keep my back against
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| the wall
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| I wish Twizzy was wit' me when kill me, that’s my brother so we slide
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| I wish was wit' me, got caught with his head and dead on the scene when they
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| arrive
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| I wish was wit' me, ain’t safe in the city, they dissin' on you from inside
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| Refuse to let 'em see me cry, still screamin' «Fuck the other side»
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| Won’t be a statistic so I’m stickin' with it, refuse to be a homicide
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| I see my face, my heart just can’t take it, I’m rapping 'long as I’m alive
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| I had my back 'gainst the wall, nobody to call
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| But I’m getting paid now
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| I had no money, my niggas ain’t love me
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| So all that love they showin' fake now
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| I had no money, these bitches won’t touch me
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| If we ain’t fuckin' you can’t stay round
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| These police corrupted, they keep tryna cuff me
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| That lawyer money, beat the case now
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| Wish I had the option to choose the street life or school
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| See my mother breakdown
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| They thinkin' that my life is cool
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| Gotta keep a tool or they’ll find me face down
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| They tryna see what would I do
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| If it’s me or you, send you outta space now
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| They wanna take my life away now
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| Can see the hate all in your face now
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| you gotta stay focused (Focused)
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| Rappers are toting (Toting)
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| On the block we pushing hard, you know that I put it in motion (I put it in
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| motion)
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| Whippin' all day, the 30 was ashy, needed some lotion (Needed some lotion)
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| Now we hit the mall, we running through bags, you know that I’m splashing
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| I’m in a foreign, I’m swerving
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| Them niggas don’t got a purpose
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| I’m wit' your bitch and she perfect (Perfect)
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| You know my feelings is urgent (Urgent)
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| You know I fill up detergent
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| I got killers with me and they lurking
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| Leave 'em dead in street now he worthless
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| Better stay in that trap if you work less
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| I’m feelin' good my nigga, I pop me a bottle
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| He wanna tweak, I blast a stick on the block
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| The torture, ready for war
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| Young nigga driving a Porsche
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| Used to post up at the store
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| Might shoot at you if I’m bored
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| bands, I need some more and some more
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| over his head, you know if I shoot, i’ma score
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| I had my back 'gainst the wall, nobody to call
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| But I’m getting paid now
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| I had no money, my niggas ain’t love me
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| So all that love they showin' fake now
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| I had no money, these bitches won’t touch me
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| If we ain’t fuckin' you can’t stay round
|
| These police corrupted, they keep tryna cuff me
|
| That lawyer money, beat the case now
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| Wish I had the option to choose the street life or school
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| See my mother breakdown
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| They thinkin' that my life is cool
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| Gotta keep a tool or they’ll find me face down
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| They tryna see what would I do
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| If it’s me or you, send you outta space now
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| They wanna take my life away now
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| Can see the hate all in your face now |