| We was on them backblocks, cold winters
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| Pacman, ghost getters
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| No time for breakfast, we was trappin' took the toast with us
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| Watchin' for them cavaliers, Kyrie in the crunch time
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| Prayin' not to get it done, second shift lunch time
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| How you feel about your life? |
| Nigga, 'cause I want mine
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| Cuz became a man in jail, sixty too much time
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| Shit, Momma raised me so it’s tough love
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| Bad bitch changed up, got me like fuck love
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| Puffed up, 40 below whether, shit we tuck snubs
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| Hoodie tied, felt like Ghost town back when Cookie died
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| Flip a quarter, what you need?
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| Hit me, I can get it for ya
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| Caught the nigga slippin', got the pass, he was with his daughter
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| Damn, so much shit I can’t sleep without
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| Main bitch aggravatin', got a nigga sleepin' out
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| You can pull up where we at, nigga we can see it out
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| Stories we don’t talk about, shit we can’t speak about
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| When runnin' the streets become such a sacrifice (tell me when)
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| When you say you can’t breathe
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| And they still try to take your life (no right, no right)
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| But never let the devil see you cry (never)
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| Never let the devil see you cry (never)
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| Look him straight dead in the eyes
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| Tell him you got God on your side
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| I’m sendin' paper, these niggas sendin' emojis
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| High by myself, I popped the pill by my lonely
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| Fendi by Karl Lagerfeld, Presi' the Rollie
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| Can’t even pronounce what I’m wearin', you niggas know me
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| I did a song with Jim, Cam’ron and Juelz too (my niggas)
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| I’m just puttin' on for Harlem, check the cell Tsu
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| Billboard top ten for a few weeks straight
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| I’m gainin' weight, McDonald nigga you don’t eat steak
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| Nickel bag, dime bag, you never seen weight
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| Hard to believe everyday my life is like Spring Break
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| Makin' sales anywhere I wouldn’t even think
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| And have enough of bottles I wouldn’t even drink
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| Last summer workin' out, I was doin' sets at bleek
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| Now your wifey starin' at my diamonds and I bet she blink
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| Before we bust it open, had to wet the sink
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| Let it dry out on the napkin, kitchen never clean
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| I let the ice cool it, came up on a nice Ruger
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| It had some bodies on it—sold it, took a flight to Cuba
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| I play Havanna, Alexander McQueen shirts
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| I know the percs bad but the lean worse, it’s team work
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| When runnin' the streets become such a sacrifice (tell me when)
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| When you say you can’t breathe
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| And they still try to take your life (no right, no right)
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| But never let the devil see you cry (never)
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| Never let the devil see you cry (never)
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| Look him straight dead in the eyes
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| Tell him you got God on your side
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| Never let the devil see you cry (never)
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| Never let the devil see you cry (never)
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| Look him straight dead in the eyes
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| Tell him you got God on your side |