| These streets are hateful, specially for the hustler man
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| Hard to trust the same niggas that done shook ya hand
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| So ungrateful for they blessins when they see I’m favored
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| Grew up in the same hood but we no longer neighbors
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| I made it out, I made a name, I made a difference nigga
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| Made it hard to co-exist with niggas
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| Being proud is non existent in 'em
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| I feel for Nipsey 'cause the marathon continues
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| And he could’ve went th distance with it
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| It’s not my fault that we just differnt
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| This is full commitment, this is no resistance
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| This is all my masters, full percentage
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| This this is God presents
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| A film that’s written
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| This make niggas feel like Carlton Banks
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| When Will actually got into Princeton, for instance
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| They talk you up until they see you make it
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| Until they see that grind and you awaken
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| Until they see the fans in line, awaiting
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| Just to quote yo' album that was long awaited
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| 'Til they see that impact that yo' songs created
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| I feel for Pac 'cause he was mad misunderstood
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| Now they recognize his genius, now his hearts intent was good
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| Now you put him in a hall of fame, oughta be ashamed
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| I picked up some extra classes for the ones that taught the game
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| 'Cause I’m extremely grateful, always have been nigga
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| Only ones mad are the has been niggas
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| Well you had chance nigga
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| Opportunities quit comin' after 'while
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| Don’t blow it if that shit come back around
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| Be grateful nigga!
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| You could be anything but don’t be ungrateful
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| These streets is envious and hateful
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| When you gettin' that paper they wanna break you
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| Man… Better mind the bidness that pays you
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| Gotta make that money don’t let it make you!
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| It’s like they don’t even know you but they hate you
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| When you married to the grind, stay faithful
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| You could be anything but don’t be ungrateful
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| Trill niggas, we observe, we don’t talk a lot
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| These new niggas they blog a lot
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| Takin' they phones out, record theyselves doin' crimes
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| For this new generation, these are desperate times
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| My authenticity is louder than they fuckin' lives
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| Maybe that’s why they jealous, see the hate in they eyes
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| Roaches all scatter when greatness arrive
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| Want my position but my spot solidified
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| Never mind the crib or the car I drive
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| That’s material, I’m talkin' bout the spirit that’s inside
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| Make the struggle look easy, Outlaw pride
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| We survive, left us for dead but god wanted us alive
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| The lord got me, so what I got a gun for?
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| Give these people your all, they still want more
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| It’s like it’s never enough! |
| When you get it out the
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| Beware of the fake love
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| You could be anything but don’t be ungrateful
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| These streets is envious and hateful
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| When you gettin' that paper they wanna break you
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| Man… Better mind the bidness that pays you
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| Gotta make that money don’t let it make you!
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| It’s like they don’t even know you but they hate you
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| When you married to the grind, stay faithful
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| You could be anything but don’t be ungrateful
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| So strenuous, niggas is just ingenuous
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| Gangsta wilderness reminisce on the ignorance
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| Seen it all on my pilgrimage, y’all was just on some realer shit
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| Now i’m so inconsiderate, hard to teach when they ignorant
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| They be malevent they be proud of it
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| Tried to show 'em some culture they vulture they can’t get out of it
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| In and out of acknowledgement
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| Trade a friend for a bottom bitch
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| I done seen a whole lot of it
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| Now I don’t even acknowledge shit
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| Had to clean up and polish it
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| Then I had to abolish it
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| Took away all they scholarships
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| Shit was all Gucci like a week ago
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| You done burned so many bridges, how you sleepin' bro?
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| I feel no way about it, back up when about it
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| Hearin' what they say about it
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| Shake my head and pray about it
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| And I’m endlessly readin' energies
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| Steady searchin' for synergies
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| Steady purgin' my memories
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| Gone
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| You could be anything but don’t be ungrateful
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| These streets is envious and hateful
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| When you gettin' that paper they wanna break you
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| Man… Better mind the bidness that pays you
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| Gotta make that money don’t let it make you!
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| It’s like they don’t even know you but they hate you
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| When you married to the grind, stay faithful
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| You could be anything but don’t be ungrateful |