| All your life all you wanted to be
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| Was somebody wit a college degree
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| Swore up and down that you ain’t need me
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| I used to tell you all the time that it ain’t easy
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| And puppy love was all we had in the past
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| Now you a lady and you full up his ass
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| Tell me that I’m crazy and that life won’t last
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| And you might have been right I’m still chasin your ass
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| I told you a life of bright lights and fast lane
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| Outta the gutta all I wanted was to have thangs
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| And I can have you and you can have me
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| Maybe a baby or two, raise a family
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| But you had other plans for life that better suited you
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| Found you a man that you love and that’s beautiful
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| And it hurt me to death, no I can’t lie
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| But I’m a grown man, still I wanna cry
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| Baby girl, I appreciate how you rode
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| You stayed down when my pockets start to reach low
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| And when it started to grow
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| You wasn’t trippin on no dough
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| You know
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| You even told me how to make love with the lights off
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| I did you right, it’s so wrong
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| We went through hell together but you still stay strong
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| When my grandma died I put my head on your shoulder
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| When I cry, you reply let it out you’s a soldier
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| And your pops a punk he took the first bus to ???
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| Left a pretty pressured girl behind, he gon regret it
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| I ain’t your mami or papi but i’ll do you jus like daddy
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| Jus ride or die wit me and i’ll promise you stay happy
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| We ?? |
| pills together now we took pills together
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| But we both got drunk of Tequil' together
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| I made a promise to you that i’ma slow down on the rules
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| Stop gettin drunk everyday, actin a fool
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| And now we havin a baby, oh it’s gon' be a lil?
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| Lil man, low-key, bout to watch to work wit me, hit me hard
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| You think that I ain’t speakin the wise
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| But it’s enough to make a grown man cry
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| Let me make a deal wit you
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| Be real wit you
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| Look at me in my eye, if you wanted me to die I would try
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| It’s enough to make a grown man cry
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| I been waitin for you all my life
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| You all I like
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| Picture what it would be, you bein next to me
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| I swear that’s all that I would need
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| Black pearl, grew up in this hellous world
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| Full of confidence and spunk, ain’t shit you can tell this girl
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| All about her chips, hustle harder than niggas
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| Bubble hearted wit figgas, get the trouble started quick
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| Ever since she was a young’n she was always into somethin'
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| And when she got all the drama, was always on her shoulder
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| I guess bein that alive, shit a lot of resemblance
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| God brought us both together, to be eachother’s protection
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| And I ain’t mad at him, as matter fact daily
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| I get at him, and thank him for sendin you to me lady
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| Truly a gift from up above, you and me nobody stoppin us
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| So when we together, they all watchin us
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| And I’m feelin pity for them suckas that didn’t want ya
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| Cuz nowadays, even some women want ya
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| Find want you wanna be, and you belong to me
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| My everything, for eternity, now sing wit me now
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| It’s just another day, another day around the way
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| Pay attention to this story bout this girl named May
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| She been livin on my block for like 2 years now
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| Inside went down
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| She was a good girl, raised in the cater
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| She never even been to the city, it was easy to persuade her
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| I used to see her walkin to the store but she never spoke
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| So sometimes all the homies had jokes
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| But she was shy, only for a minute
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| Got introduced to the drugs, baby girl start trippin
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| Baby girl started strippin, now she all turned out
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| Trust me, Jersey real different than down south
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| Now all the homies on the block in and out of her house
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| They all found out she get down, no doubt
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| She was a black angel, now she all messed up
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| Show her a little cocaine and she get her sex up
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| Through the lust and the blunts, another little problem
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| Some of the brothas wasn’t usin condoms
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| May wanna play, she gonna deal wit AIDS
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| But meanwhile, May gotta baby on the way
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| And she don’t even know who the father is
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| Her best friend cocaine, she don’t want no kids
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| So she smoke and smoke and got what she wanted
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| A beautiful black baby boy, died in her stomach, all for nothin |