| I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I’m a dummy
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| These niggas know what up, Know I’m bout whateva'
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| I’m in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'
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| I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches
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| Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing
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| So I’m done with these bitches
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| I think about it every minute, Ain’t stoppin' my mission
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| On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision
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| Interrogated by detectives won’t tell 'em I did it
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| I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it
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| Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it
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| Get on my knee on side the bed like «Father, forgive me»
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| Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain’t make a dolla'
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| The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners
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| Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'
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| Movin' like he can’t get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'
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| Nigga ain’t give me shit but hand out like I owe him something
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| I don’t give a fuck if we step together, I’ll show you something
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| Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I’ll never love em'
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| Bre was my first love but she changed so I’ll never trust her
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| This the files of a nigga who ain’t neva' bleed
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| This the story of a child who was in them streets
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| Why the fuck I’m taking care of them? |
| They ain’t do shit for me
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| Why the fuck I’m showing you so much love?
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| And bitch you leaving me
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| Keandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler
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| I’m full of pain and wake up every morning and I’m smilin'
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| They think I’m dumb
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| You got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge
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| They don’t give a fuck about how I feel
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| They don’t know my problems
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| Just cause you around me, I ain’t forget bout everything you said
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| I let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead
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| Do anything in the world for you, I’m livin' red
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| Showin' love to them niggas they might bust my head
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| Mad bout a gun, but for a fact I won’t do you nothin'
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| Mad that I’m up but you remember you ain’t give me nothing
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| I ain’t give up on my mission, fuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'
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| Handin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'
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| Montana know about my pain and everything I told him
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| I told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him
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| Up in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me
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| Youngboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me
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| Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life
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| I’m full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight
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| Tell my lil' brother and my sons it’s gone be alright
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| NBA to the end, it’s a way of life
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| Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin
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| He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum
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| You spell it backwards, What that mean? |
| Nigga murder
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| Livin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come
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| Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here
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| Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip
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| Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip
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| Know its a purpose in this world why I need to live
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| It ain’t too long
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| They don’t give a fuck bout me, Bitch
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| I did something for all y’all, y’all got me fucked up
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| Out the flap I ain’t gotta' smile in nobody face
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| Y’all tell me bout all y’all problems, y’all don’t ask how I’m feelin' huh?
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| Bitch I been feelin' like I’m finna die
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| Bitch I cry alone
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| This for all them young niggas who gone
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| And all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?
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| Fuck everybody in mind, Y’all ain’t making my life no betta'
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| Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin
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| He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum
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| You spell it backwards, What that mean? |
| Nigga murder
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| Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come
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| Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life
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| I’m full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight
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| Tell my lil' brother and my sons it’s gone be alright
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| NBA to the end, it’s a way of life |