| Breakin' down tales, see it through my eyes
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| You can’t tell they shot the bus stop by my Junior High
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| Car always shot, catch the bus store hours
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| Fan blade stop spinnin', shit get hot
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| I walk the streets and see there’s nobody that look nice
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| What I look like? |
| I’m getting wreckless
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| Gremlin nights dark, gun shots pop like Sprite
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| Spirit here is Satan, Graphite
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| Unlimited lead, lead you into my life
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| All I do is right, all I see is wrong
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| I just try to write, squatting in a home
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| Squeeze through the aluminum back door
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| Hittin' licks as a kid, I learned it from my sight
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| Did what i did, I tried to forget
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| I almost forget, it disappeared
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| Cause my nephew cry at night, and I hear that shit all the way upstairs
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| All under one roof, like, how you live like this?
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| Water that drip, on molly that sip
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| I get zooted as I can get, all under one roof
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| Proof I’m here, on some real shit gotta get out of here
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| Young ass negro, never had much
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| Couldn’t take shit, backed up
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| No paper towel, used the rag for my ass
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| But, I had it all but luck, up
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| Cause the places I been, I could’ve been touched
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| Used to traffic, zips on the bus
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| From portfolios to AK47 bud, trying to make ends touch
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| Win us something we can be proud of
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| Words from the dust, dust on powder
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| How can a nothing-ass-nigga tell me how to live my life
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| If his fucked up? |
| If your light so bright
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| Why your head fucked up? |
| Thinking they can make something off your name
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| Niggas just trying to come up with some type of plot
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| Trying to get down, its my money now
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| How did you end up with more than me?
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| Y’all niggas slick scamming how you think you gon' fool me? |