| Who is my friend who is my foe, I just can’t tell no mo'
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| Cause seem like everywhere I go, somebody got a problem with Ro
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| It might be somebody from the past, or somebody I don’t know
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| Bottom line I ain’t never fucked with nobody, why y’all fucking with me fo'
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| It’s a trip, to see how all these people scream my name
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| Cause I could remember whole lot of em, that said I’d never make it in the rap
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| game
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| Look at me now though, I got cars and cash
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| And since I’m able to say fuck regular weed, I get hydro by the bag
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| I’m the same nigga white tennis shoes, blue jeans and a white t-shirt
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| 24/7 all day and night, around the clock that’s how we work
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| I could give a fuck, about these niggas wanting beef
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| They been muted by my paper chase, interrupt me you might come up deceased
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| Bitch I’m a product, of the streets
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| Plus I’m an animal that seem raw and untamed, and J. Prince got me off the leash
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| I’m a motherfucking beast, when it come down to my bread
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| Hey red you pull the cover back, it’s time to lay in your bed
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| In my life, don’t nobody wanna see me win
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| In my life, they’d rather see me disgusted with no ends
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| In my life, everyday another friend turn to a foe
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| That’s why my motto is fuck friends, hand me my do'
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| In my life, I still struggle to make ends meet
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| It ain’t gravy just cause you see me on TV, I’m almost back on the streets
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| In my life, bitch I done seen and heard it all
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| So I’m one deep till my casket, I ain’t fucking with y’all
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| I use to ride or die for you, like you was my gal or something
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| Simply cause you gave a damn about me, when I had nothing
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| When all the homies use to laugh at me, because I was broke
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| You would make a plate for me, and we might sip a six or a fo'
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| And even though you had a nigga, you said I could spend the night
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| But out of respect for both of y’all, I chose to kick it under the street light
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| Hell yeah I was attracted to ya baby, and you know that
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| I still feel like we look good, together on a Kodak
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| But a lot of bullshit, been floating round in the air
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| I 'sposed to said some disrespectful shit, now you hate a playa
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| And to that skinny bitch with the rigid gold, you need to shut the hell up
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| Tal’n bout I made you suck my dick for a ride, yeah I made your throat swell up
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| But tell it, how it really went down
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| Cause we was coming from the studio, and you leaned over from the passenger side
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| Yeah you was trying to get me, to let you spend the night
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| But since I turned you down, you throwing mo' salt in my life
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| Life is hard but it’s fair, and even though it might rain
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| I got my galoshes plus my umbrella, ain’t no stopping me mayn
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| Whenever seen my way I’mma deal with it, then send it right back
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| I been the underdog all my life, that’s why I bark like that
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| And fuck a friend nigga, y’all wasn’t trying to kick it when I didn’t have no
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| ends nigga
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| Y’all must think, I’m a fool
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| Prolly just wanna flip in my whip, and have me pay for the weed
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| But I’ll be damned if I blow my hard earned money, on anyone else but me
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| I came to this bitch one deep, and that’s how I’m gon go
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| And the way I see it I owe nobody nothing, ain’t nobody gon get no do'
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| Z-Ro King of the Ghetto, and the Mo City Don
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| Everybody around me is strapped, that’s why you never see me with a gun
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| I get my funds, cause it’s the time of the month to pay bills
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| I ain’t rich, ain’t no difference between me and the people across the street
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| for real
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| Homie, I’m just trying to pay bills
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| I ain’t rich, ain’t no difference between me and the people across the street
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| for real |