| Mama we’re gon' be aiiiiight
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| He gon' be okay
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| Shit, I didn’t know but I was walkin' on faith
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| Li’l sister we’re gon' be aiiight, he gon' be okay
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| Got me a brick and started moving that weight
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| His sister taking it bad, mama trying to be strong, couple calendar years,
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| I never shedded a tear, wrote him a couple letters to tell him I’m doin'
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| better, told him I took his Chevy and put the shit back together,
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| told him I’m gettin' money, I counted a hundred g’s, told me to slow it down,
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| play the shit low-key, told me to make it happen, focus more on rappin',
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| cause fuckin' round in these streets that anything can happen, told me I had
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| heart, plus he knew I was smart, the only thing that’d break his heart is if I
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| fuck around and catch a charge, told me to watch my sister and never let mama
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| suffer, and do what I had to do to overcome the struggles
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| Finally made parol, they think he gon' change his life, I axed him what he gon'
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| do, he said he’s gon' walk light, it wasn’t a year later, he smokin' behind
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| tint, half an ounce of the reddy rock, mane they got his ass again,
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| judge gave him a bond, now he out on the run with that fuck the world attitude,
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| still totin' a gun, still havin' his fun, we clubbin' it on the weekend,
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| had conversations bout going to turn himself in, wanted to raise his son,
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| gon' get the shit behind him, plus he knew it’s only so long before they find
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| him, lawyer was talking good, say he gon' get three, when the prosecuter quit
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| yellin' they gave my brother eleven, my mama damn near fainter, my brother
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| didn’t want to accept it, the hardest part for me, I couldn’t do nothing to
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| help it, rap shit paid off, now we all on tv, my brother say he good,
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| he finally feel free |