| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| Life ain’t what it used to be
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| I got these coward niggas shootin' me
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| It just ain’t the same no more
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| A nigga trippin' and stressin' a whore
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| I’m just sittin' back vibin' to some Al Green now
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| 10, 11, 12 years in the game and I came from the Seenile
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| Got a gang of loved ones in the penile
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| Fighting for lives everyday but meanwhile
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| I see my life is sort of like theres
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| Cause other than moms and Boo-Boo nobody else cares
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| I know you think I’m tweekin'
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| But the only time I get to see my kids is on the visiting weekend
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| I ain’t in no chains
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| But sometimes I get tested by the places I hang
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| And my game just banged on these niggas from the other side
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| Now I got reprecussions
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| Suckas is bustin'
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| Talk is cheap
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| And for some apparent reason the streets keep watchin' me
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| Well watch me
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| And watch ya back
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| Pop pop I got ya that
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| Ratta Tat
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| Nigga I stay strapped
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| Life ain’t what it used to be
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| I got these coward niggas shootin' me
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| It just ain’t the same no more
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| A nigga trippin' and stressin' a whore
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| I’m not a role model but you know I got the title
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| And I ain’t no american idol
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| I’m more like the american pimp its no lie
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| so heres a slice of american pie
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| They told me not to rap but I’m doing my thang
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| I’m movin' my caine
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| Got pink, red and blue in my chain
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| Nigga I’m like a pimp writin' scripts
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| I got hits nigga
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| I fill the house with the bricks nigga
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| We on the grind
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| Got money on my mind
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| My niggas puff pine
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| Ya’ll niggas sniff lines
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| You do the crime you do the time thats what they told me
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| I’m like LeBron my nigga you can’t hold me
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| My nigga I can’t back down
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| Get a brick and turn ya town into crack town
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| I’m on the blocks with them blocks
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| I don’t run from the cops
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| Dump the yay cause I got
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| Life ain’t what it used to be
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| I got these coward niggas shootin' me
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| It just ain’t the same no more
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| A nigga trippin' and stressin' a whore
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| These niggas wanna see me dead
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| Instead
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| I’m gettin' this bread
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| I’m not blue or red
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| But I’ll put two to your head
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| They said I wouldn’t make it to see 21 but I did
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| The last homie that got killed I closed his eyelid
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| Fuck friends cause in the end niggas turn they back
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| Just cause I smoked a blunt with ya don’t mean we cool like that
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| And your hood ain’t no harder than mine
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| I put in more work than you on your own block I know that you lyin'
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| I got one hand on the wheel other hand on my nine
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| Bitch come down here to Ca$hville I ain’t hard to find
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| My section is protected by Smith And Westons and Rugers
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| A bunch of bulletproof vestes and some cold-hearted shooters
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| Motherfucker
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| Life ain’t what it used to be
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| I got these coward niggas shootin' me
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| It just ain’t the same no more
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| A nigga trippin' and stressin' a whore
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| So wrong
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| By the way you know my DJ, Whoo Kid?
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| I get a phone call from these guys from 310
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| You know out there in L.A.
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| You know I found out some new news about my DJ too
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| Yeah hes gonna be the first DJ with a Bentley
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| Its fucked up
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| Ya’ll niggas ain’t got no money
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| Ya’ll need to get down with us
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| Ya know what I’m sayin'?
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| You know?
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| The wolves
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| Ya’ll know what I mean? |