| My nigga Redd been assisting me with holdin my head
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| but I can’t focuse cause so many niggaz in the street owe me some bread
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| and if you fuckin’with my mind lately, how could it be greed?
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| if all I want is just to touch whatevers mine baby
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| my forty-acres, and my new mansion, and my yacht
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| might take alittle time for me to see bigger living (??) or not
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| but I want stop until I’m touchin my figures, you better move (bitch)
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| cause I be bustin my nigga nobody knows all the trouble I been through
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| been so broke and embarrased couldn’t afford a tooth brush fool
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| if it wasn’t for my nigga Sherman Miller, me and great 'O
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| offered me food when I was hungry, plus a place to lay low
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| runnin up and down Houston slangin dimes and nickles
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| performing for my hood niggaz spittin rhymes and riddles
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| forever stayin on our grind because of the shine it give us and fuck jail, we didn’t care how much time they give us Everyday it’s like I can’t maintain
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| but still I feel I’m in it for the same thing
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| all I ever wanted is just to get my change
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| living strength is my only type of mind frame
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| It’s in my blood, it’s in my body, it’s in my soul
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| gettin’paper been so important since I’ve been on my own
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| don’t nobody love me in this cold world
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| fuck these bitches 'cause the hatred I got for my old girl
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| is a motherfucker I ain’t tryna hear it, I ain’t tryna know ya unless you be a hustler tryna come up on some mo’bucks
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| I’m like a male-nun with a rail gun
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| I’m so focused on my mail son I need a bail bond
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| fuck you bitches, I love my riches go get it forward march
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| cannibal in these killing fields tired of hangin on this cross
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| witness the J. Prince runnin the south
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| Rap-A-Lot mafia like wide recievers cause we all be runnin our route
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| I’m goin long, it ain’t no mercy for the weak better get strong
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| cause it be crucializing everything that be goin on try to maintain
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| cause if you don’t they pop you, drop you, and leave you slain mayne
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| win it just to stay in the game (mayne)
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| Association bring about stimulation that’s what I witness
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| kickin it with the jealous got me beggin for forgiveness
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| this record label presidental think they live like me think they could jump in this rap game and survive like me they living fantasies nigga tryna hold onto my name
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| but they can’t sell records without me that’s a godamn shame
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| hoe nigga get ya roll up, everytime I flex you cats in check
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| cause you can’t lift it with you’re on muscle, weak bitch!
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| everytime I speak bitch niggaz steadily be plottin
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| on removing me from my throne to throw me in the fuckin prison
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| but it’s all good I can take it cause I dish shit out
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| but me you’ve seen I’m havin things in my dreams I can’t get it out
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| God blessed the child that can double his fetti
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| duckin and dodgin trouble cops and trouble times come get me
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| I’m tryna get a big ass piece so leave me alone
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| and live a life where I can leave both of my pistols at home
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| — repeat to end |