| verse 1
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| how much longer do i have to suffer
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| cause i can recall being told that it would get greater later but it keeps on
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| gettin ruffer
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| dealin with devlish dudes on a day to day baises
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| but if a nigga dont deal with em how da fuck am i gonna make some franklin faces
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| i got da do what i got da do to maintain
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| im gettin sued about to do some time
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| plus my whole family left me cause im insane
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| pain mary jane aint even relaxin da strain
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| sometimes i think about blowin out my mother fuckin brain
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| after da rain it aint no sun atleast not where i come from
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| every day be gloomy and grey
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| still i try to hold my head up but im so fed up
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| everything im in love with is a wieght
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| guess im back on my own again
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| gota get used to bein at home alone
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| nigga no water no light no phone
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| im sittin all day dreamin about bein gone
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| chours
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| young nigga keep your eyez on da prize
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| if u foucus on your goals u just might reach em before you die
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| take your precious and your pains and just let go and let god
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| maybe he can kick it wit u when da times get hard
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| cause i wouldnt tell u nothin that would hurtcha
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| just tryin to give some game so u wont run into a murda
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| so take your precious and your pains and just let go and let god
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| maybe he can kick it wit u when da times get hard
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| verse 2
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| everday is a constant grind a nigga dont never be gettin no rest
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| 24/7 about my fede and if its necessary a block get swept
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| z-ro is a neat freak any theres to many moutherfuckin dirty rats in dis game
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| im all about my furtone i wouldnt give a fuck about da fame
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| but everyone keep on yellin out my name
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| im a drug addict just tryin to hold on to my sanity losin my grip
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| smokin on dosha wit da weed and da codiene so fucked up i cant understand shit
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| all i know is i got my motherfuckin pistol to protect me
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| cause on a constant baises fools be tryin to wet me
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| even still i turn to da bible and im hopin in da righteous path could direct me
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| before strays fuck around and do more than graze and disect me
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| im livin dis thug life and i cant make it no clearer
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| unlike these feminine fellas dat practice mean muggin in the mirror
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| u aint no gangsta nigga yous a bitch but z-ro be out on da block
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| lookin for luda lil jewelries livin wit lavish habits till i get it cant stop
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| ima be on my own my friend tryin to deal wit life
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| so ima handle my business to be a big man
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| nigga fuck crackin up i gotta keep my mind straight to get paid
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| bitch i gotta get a grip
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| chours
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| young nigga keep your eyez on da prize
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| if u foucus on your goals u just might reach em before you die
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| take your precious and your pains and just let go and let god
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| maybe he can kick it wit u when the times get hard
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| cause i wouldnt tell u nothin that would hurtcha
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| just tryin to give some game so u wont run into a murda
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| so take your precious and your pains and just let go and let god
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| maybe he can kick it wit u when the times get hard
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| verse 3
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| lately ive been thinkin
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| while im smokin and im drinkin
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| why do i go through everything a person can go through
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| and lately ive been hurtin
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| cause im smothered by my burdens
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| and there aint nothing i can do except let go and let u do wut u do
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| let me touch da hem of your garmet
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| cause i promise my life is a target
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| and i dont know which way to go
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| unless im on my way to da weed house or da liqour sto
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| chours
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| young nigga keep your eyez on da prize
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| if u foucus on your goals u just might reach em before you die
|
| take your precious and your pains and just let go and let god
|
| maybe he can kick it wit u when the times get hard
|
| cause i wouldnt tell u nothin that would hurtcha
|
| just tryin to give some game so u wont run into a murda
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| so take your precious and your pains and just let go and let god
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| maybe he can kick it wit u when the times get hard |