| Right back at you again and I’m
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| Tonight I’m bringin' you something new
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| Something special
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| (Get ratchet ya bitch)
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| You see the highlights of a life was not as a teen
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| Baby girl was homeless
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| Had a nigga thuggin' in the streets
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| 18, runin' plays in the streets
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| Dealin' with them weirdos niggas in-between
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| Family wasn’t no realer, she never seem happy, mentally depressed
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| Baby was not what she seemed, always gleam
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| Kept a smile on the face, avoided questioning
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| Even though apparent how she moved
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| She done seen some things, probably had some dreams
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| Diminished by the luck of things
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| Reality, lost her way and started strippin'
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| More pain, 13 and the fam yelling, «probably all you’ll ever be»
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| «Ho'in, strippin' in the streets, you’ll be pregnant by 15»
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| Said bet money, they bet money
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| Mama ain’t have time for her, daddy never cared for her
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| Never had the guidance, only downing words that’s drownin' her
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| Cut off from the world, shit was cold to her
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| Tried to kill herself but shit didn’t work
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| Mama left, it broke her heart
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| Filled fulla scabs from pain to hurt
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| Never built a day she worth
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| Hard to get it back when all they did was stomp it in the dirt
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| Now look at her, 21 and numb
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| Still feel pain, but it don’t bother her
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| Puttin' family first even after all the dirt |