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Momma went and made a thug nigga, |
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And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer. |
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My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle, |
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In time youll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle. |
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Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga, |
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They told me I was small so I wore my clothes bigger. |
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Alotta homies dead cause they ran with hoe niggas, |
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So I ain't never ran with a hit from no nigga. |
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My soliders 9 to 5 on the block to stay alive, |
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They know they gotta ride, get that rock away or die. |
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Ain't got no peace of mind, all they got is peace of mind |
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With their pistol by their side, tryin to dodge a homicide. |
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Cause even I ain't tryin to put those tears in mommas eyes, |
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Gramma know I love her and my momma know I try, |
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My grandaddy died 'fore I got to say goodbye, |
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I knew him more than daddy, daddy I ain't gotta lie. |
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My head up to the sky, when i pray at night I cry, |
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And ask father why he even bothered with my life. |
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Cause I ain't here for nothing but the cause of dealin trouble, |
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If you feel me when you hear me then you know |
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You feel the struggle when we struggle cause... |
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Momma went and made a thug nigga, |
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And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer. |
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My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle, |
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In time youll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle. |
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My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle, |
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A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle |
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My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle, |
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In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle. |
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Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga. |
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For snack, I put the water in my cheerios nigga. |
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Sugar in my water and a sandwich I was eatin. |
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Showed a lotta niggas wasn't nothin sweet if I was feining. |
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Them suckas up the hill tryed to ride around the block, |
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Tryed to jump us, kept me quiet when we fired random shots. |
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I knew alotta legends that retired on my block, |
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Some niggas turned feds and put wires on my block. |
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But still I'm gonna ride and teein until I die, |
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I rep one-seven-four 'till the choir harmonize. |
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Militia get this money, B-X where i reside. |
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No matter where you bangin, keep your step in solid line. |
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They want us on the corner, shot to death or on that line. |
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You feel me when you hear me, how we really know who lyin, |
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Thinkin you ain't here for nothin, but cause of dealin trouble, |
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If you feel me when you hear me, |
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Then you know you feel the struggle |
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When we struggle cause.. |
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Momma went and made a thug nigga, |
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And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer. |
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My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle, |
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In time youll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle. |
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My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle, |
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A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle |
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My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle, |
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In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle. |