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[Verse 1:] |
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What's in the back of my mind, sittin' in the back of that thang |
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With the two double R sittin' in the back of my brain |
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Anywhere but here, that's what I told my sofa |
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And this shit gettin' heavy, weight of the world on my shoulders |
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Think you figured it out, but you don't have a clue |
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Think you on top of the world but the world on top of you |
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I started hustlin' for draws and now there's plaques on the walls |
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Think I'm sellin' my soul? Then you can come get 'em all |
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Trade 'em all for my dawgs, yea, I'm talkin' to you |
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Where did we go wrong? Because I don't have a clue |
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You just wanna hit the mall and buy a new pair of shoes |
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But it's real consequences nigga remember the rules |
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So I regret the day you ever serve that nigga |
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Took 5 years of your life, you didn't deserve that nigga |
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I guess power and pain look it's somewhat the same |
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I lost my dawg to the fame, I charge it all to the game |
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[Hook:] |
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Please Lord forgive him, you know he got that thug in him |
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We lust for alcohol and we love women |
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And ain't nobody gave us nothin', so we drug dealin' |
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You know we coppin' Louie loafers just to thug in 'em |
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And when you made it that far, you should be makin' a toast |
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Got the seats reclined and I be doin' the most |
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In the back of this Holy Ghost |
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In the back of this Holy Ghost |
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In the back of this Holy Ghost |
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[Verse 2:] |
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I said we came so far but yet it feel so surreal |
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Hood nigga, half a mili, automobile |
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I'm talkin' real luxury, don't feel a bump in the road |
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We ain't like the rest of these niggas that fall out over hoes |
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Thought you my nigga forever, thought that you could be trusted |
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Man I found out you takin' it, really had me disgusted |
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Nigga, who am I kiddin'? It felt like a heart attack |
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Cause I gave you my heart and didn't ask for it back |
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And to be honest with you, I really thought we were brothers |
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Fuck everyone in this world as long as we have each other |
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Woulda done anyything, took a trafficking charge |
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Everyday on my head just to see you livin' large |
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Gangster pitted it kills, gave you your first mill |
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And I ain't tell you to blow it, I ain't tell you to throw it |
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You fell a victim to pressure, yea, I know it can stress ya |
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But you're only a man, homie, I can't be mad at ya |
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[Hook:] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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How can ya see out the windows between your shades and your tint |
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Sippin' good in the back, I'm like fuck it, I'm bent |
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If it don't make dollars, then it don't make any sense |
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They sayin' I owe 'em dollars and that don't make any sense |
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Almost fell for the bait, almost fell for the hate |
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And I'm the same nigga that let you niggas eat off my plate |
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Saw that shit from the door, knew that shit from the go |
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I guess this how I go, sit back and laugh at the show |
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Remember back in the day a nigga took your shit |
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Told you don't put it there and a nigga stole your brick |
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Didn't I put ya back on, did I handle ya wrong? |
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When niggas start actin' weak that means it time to be strong |
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See I kept it so real, I ain't keep it real with myself |
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I'm gone be real with you niggas, I gotta be real with myself |
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And I'm gone be real with ya homie, look you don't got me convinced |
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Is this payback for my sins? I guess I gotta repent |
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[Hook:] |
