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Why the fuck did your your ass have to go and get knocked |
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Now, you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops |
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Tryin' to verify your government, they got you now, they lovin' it |
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They wanna hang that ass, couldn't get you in the past |
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Though I can't see your problem, you was still young at the time |
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Did a lot of older things, you was ahead of your time |
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Never told you to slow down, resee your crown heights, you wild |
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All I could say was be careful, give you a dap to bounce |
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Shit that you went through, watched the drama amount |
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Gave a fuck 'long, you wasn't part of the body count |
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Now, I feel guilty, half the blame of your incarceration |
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Till the intervene when you first started catching cases |
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Fuck to this, dunn, now you in there |
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Gotta hold it down, you mother's only son |
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And I'ma ride for you, baby 'cause a lot of it is still love |
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I'm still there when you get home, |
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I'ma be there |
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You gotta(Hold on) |
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And no matter(How long) |
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And it seems(So long) |
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You gotta(Hold on) |
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And no matter(How long) |
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And it seems(So long) |
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You gotta(Hold on) |
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And no matter(How long) |
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And it seems(So long) |
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You gotta(Hold on) |
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And no matter(How long) |
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And it seems(So long) |
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I can't believe they got my dunn, it feel like my fault' |
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Cause I fronted you that money to get that dough |
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Any man's ain't accountable for they action |
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Still and all |
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I feel responsible for you being gone |
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I hit the mall 'till it happened, |
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K.A. now and then |
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Just so you can live and keep your little cosmetics |
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In that five years, it was a little dough we made |
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Out of sight, out of mind, naw dog, it's not me, |
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I miss you |
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You on my mind daily |
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Even though |
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I scribe to a nigga, really, you feel me? |
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Trying to get my shit together |
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So you could be proud, when you touch down |
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We got businesses to run now |
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Peep it back how we used to run up in a nigga's house |
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On some pety crime shit, boy, we was not playin' |
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On occasion, |
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I still check ya, brotha 'til the end |
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Black and bone crazy ass |
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Reading ya letters, |
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I see you ain't losin' ya sense of humor |
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Talkin' to you on the phone made my day cooler |
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Tellin' me, how you'll deaf to see your nose out |
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You need to bring your black ass home and cut that bullshit out |
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I could remember me and killa |
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Would test our new guns in the projects' |
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Cause that's where police won't come, iller |
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GMy nigga 'till death do us |
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You almost home, until then hold ya head, dunn |
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You gotta(Hold on) |
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And no matter(How long) |
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And it seems(So long) |
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You gotta(Hold on) |
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And no matter(How long) |
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And it seems(So long) |
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You gotta(Hold on) |
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And no matter(How long) |
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And it seems(So long) |
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You gotta(Hold on) |
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And no matter(How long) |
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And it seems(So long) |