| Heaven or hell boy, freedom or jail boy
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| A Jansport bag full of shit I could sell for
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| The higher, the low boy, just me and my homeboys
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| The police kill us so we made up our own laws
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| Been fighting this long war, there’s shells in this shores sand
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| Still young but a grown man, could tell by my stash
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| Been stackin' money and problems as I wait for the rapture
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| Death never been no threat, I be chillin', relaxin'
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| Everybody bleed
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| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
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| To make it up to heaven, despite the things I’ve done
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| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
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| To make my momma proud, feel like her only son
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| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
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| With everything I need, with everything I want
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| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
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| To do it like nobody has ever done
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| When I was in seventh grade my grandfather told me don’t get caught lovin' the
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| streets cause they never gonna love you back. |
| But I feel like it’s all we got
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| so it’s all we really do love. |
| At the end of the day I feel like the problem is
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| the people that control it don’t really come from here, so they can’t do
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| nothing but look down on us. |
| We look at them, we see somebody that could help
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| but they look at us and all they see is a nigga. |
| It don’t really matter anyway,
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| we all gon' die one day man. |
| One day
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| Do doves cry when the black man dies, or do we croak with crows
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| The young catch gun shots, the old catch the holy ghost
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| Ho I love not, I never seen no pot of gold
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| Just ball windows and six fours with no switches
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| Was broke with no bitches, she love me though
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| You’ll kill me if it make you richer, what you screaming, you my brother for
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| Heart is where the hatred is, the brain that stained the love below
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| And life is what you make it so I’m makin' money for my folks
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| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
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| To make it up to heaven, despite the things I’ve done
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| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
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| To make my momma proud, feel like her only son
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| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
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| With everything I need, with everything I want
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| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
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| To do it like nobody has ever done
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| When most people look at a person who does what I do they look at us with these
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| preconceived notions as if, it’s a set way for us all to be. |
| But we all people
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| at the end of the day so I wonder why we don’t treat each other like it.
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| You’re looking at a person telling them that they story don’t matter when
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| they’re no better than me, walkin' down the streets tryna to shoot at somebody.
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| Cause all we got is these dreams man and y’all ain’t never had to have nothing,
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| and that’s the last thing you want from anybody. |
| Is to not really have nothing
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| I been through hell and back, I seen my momma cry
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| Seen my father hit the crack then hit the set to flip a sack
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| I done seen my homies die then went on rides to kill 'em back
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| So how you say you feel me when you never had to get through that?
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| We live for they amusement like they view us from behind the glass
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| No matter what we grow into, we never gonna escape our past
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| So in this cage they made for me, exactly where you find me at
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| Whether it’s my time to leave or not, I never turn my back
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| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
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| To make it up to heaven, despite the things I’ve done
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| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
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| To make my momma proud, feel like her only son
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| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
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| With everything I need, with everything I want
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| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one
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| To do it like nobody has ever done |