| If I ain’t throwing money in the club
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| They show no love for me in the club
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| Bitches didn’t want to ride in my 300
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| But they love the passenger side in my bentley on dubs
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| Why the fuck I got to ball to be accepted
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| I’m not a man I’m a Medallion &necklace
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| Say they my homies but I know they probably rob me and leave a nigga dead
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| somewhere in texas
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| Ya’ll motherfuckers fake
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| Basing friendships of the money that I make
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| They come around to eat when your tummy got a ache
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| But when I’m doing bad I promise I see not a face
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| Goddamn right my nigga these are the prays
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| Maybe they’ll give a fuck about me when I’m in the grave
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| Sometime id rather be doin time in the state
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| At least I know what I’m up against behind the gates
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| Baby mommas got my daughter seein green
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| I’m not even a father I’m a atm machine
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| They never call me to see how I’m doing
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| It’s just we need this and we need that
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| I wish I can let it ring
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| Sometime I wish I never wrote my first song
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| They wouldn’t know who I was and they would had left me alone
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| Sometime I be like lord I’m ready you can call me home
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| Can’t take it here no more I would rather be gone
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| Ya’ll motherfuckers fake
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| Basing friendships of the money that I make
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| They come around to eat when your tummy got a ache
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| But when I’m doing bad I promise I see not a face
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| Goddamn right my nigga these are the prays
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| Maybe they’ll give a fuck about me when I’m in the grave
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| Sometime id rather be doin time in the state
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| At least I know what I’m up against behind the gates (Yeah)
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| Same nigga used to drive a fixed up fleetwood
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| Today his shoes don’t even cover his feet good
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| A nice neighbourhood to a spot under the freeway
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| It’s hard to ball but to fall off is so easy
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| When you’re doing good it’s so many people down with you
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| Even when you’re doing nothing they just hang around with you
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| But let the lights go off and the water stop running
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| Visits turn to phonecalls and the phonecalls stop coming
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| Fuck the z-ro shit my name joseph wayne nigga
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| But if I wouldn’t z-ro would they give a fuck if I came nigga
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| All the bullshit I go through I guess I’m who to blame nigga
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| And I’m fucked up hard about it ain’t gonna never change nigga |