| Oh man not again, I lost another one of my friends
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| They say back in the pen, was I trying to make some dividends
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| He got a family to take care of, so I understand he was eager
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| Just wishin' I had a better position to hold down my people
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| That reefer I been dying to hit, had to quit in April
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| Fucked around and failed the piss test, knowin' that I’m still on papers
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| Got five years left Mama cryin' as I tell her over the phone
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| Thinkin' that I’m finna get sent back to prison and she gon' be all alone
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| Now it’s this that God sent me, that message it was a blessing
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| Could’ve spared me, just put me in classes, lookin' out for my ass
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| And they police who I been hatin' for my whole life, I know right
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| They told me it was my destiny to get the whole mob right
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| Now, hate is what I tell 'em, but I still be on the bullshit in time
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| Spendin' my time in clubs, fuckin' dimes trying to shine
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| I dropped «Bussin'», niggas knew what it was before I did it
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| But admittin' on some trill shit, life kinda blinded me, wasn’t no findin me
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| I wasn’t hittin' the studio, even thinkin', just drinkin'
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| Shootin' pool with the dudes, I called school for rules that I’d be livin' by
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| It’s your balls, it’s your word
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| If you can’t hold 'em, put your brains on the curb
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| And I told Ricky I would hold him down, and Black the same thing
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| So since I been slackin', wonderin' if I should let my brains hang low
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| It’s what I tell myself, just get your shit together
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| told me if I knew better, then I’d do better
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| I wrote out my whole crew letters
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| Let 'em know I love 'em in a text message expressin' my pain
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| Saying that I would kill the game
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| And I’mma stay the same though, that ain’t a question
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| Just like it ain’t a question about the dudes I named in questions
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| 431 days free, I’m givin' you all of me
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| Niggas count up the time they did in the pen but not free on the streets
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| Last time I seen Bigga Rankin, dog, I was on the run
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| In a 650 with a semi-gun
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| And a stash bitch, you don’t want none
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| Edgewood where I come from, 10 million dollar lickin' on 8
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| What I can’t get cause I fucked around and got spent
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| But I took mine when I did time, came home even stronger (stronger!)
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| DTE for life and after we don’t breed characters
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| Yeah, Yeah
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| DTE for life and after we don’t breed characters
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| Yeah, Yay
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| DTE for life and after we don’t breed characters
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| May God bless the tape (the tape, the tape) |