| Hey you don’t know what you got until you lose it
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| Hey you don’t know what you got until it’s gone
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| We all came up the same way
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| Then grew apart in the same way
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| It’s kinda strange how the money and material things
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| Give a nigga a tad he can’t play
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| I remember I used to slain yay
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| But then with them bills I ain’t paid
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| So who’s to blame when society don’t want you to change
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| They just want you to maintain plain
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| You know, blame my environment for how I act
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| You know my neighborhood
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| We started from nothing
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| We was poor
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| I had too much ambition
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| And I wanted more
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| School and a regular job wasn’t gonna cut it
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| Lil brother stealing money out my grandmama’s purse
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| How I’m gonna be for him and try to explain things
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| He probably got it from me
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| I used to do the same thing
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| I see the pain in her face
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| I know she hurting
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| We can’t keep doing that to her that ain’t gonna work
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| So we got that work and we made it work
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| Now instead of taking money, we put money in her purse
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| ‘Fore she go to church
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| You know society set up for us to fail
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| They give us poor education
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| They want us to go to jail
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| I was at the bottom like what the fuck?
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| Looking at the top like that’s a long way up
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| I ain’t scared of heights, homie, so I got to climbing
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| I come from a dark place, now looking to shining
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| Only thing I’m scared of is God and the feds
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| Lost a lot of close friends and they ain’t even dead
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| ‘fuck the same page, we ain’t even reading the same book
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| Homie you ain’t struggled with me
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| You wasn’t there with me
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| Niggas that I start with is eatin' Mr. Chow wit me
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| I don’t want my kids knowing nothing about no welfare
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| Tell the government we don’t need none of that fake healthcare
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| They can keep their healthcare |