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My mama tell me all the time I'm a be something |
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I'm still a nigga till I die, What with heat bustin |
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They'll never take me alive |
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I'm a survivor makin'something from nothing |
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My mama told me I'm a be something (And I believe her) |
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My mama told me I'm a be something |
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I'm still a nigga till I die, What with heat bustin |
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They'll never take me alive |
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I'm a survivor makin'nothing from something |
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My mama told me I'm a be something (And I believe her) |
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[Verse 1] |
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A fist a wall tell my knuckles bleeding |
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Back over beefs, I'm screaming DOGG POUND GANGSTA |
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I'm fucked up from all the shit I'm drinking |
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Why I'm so deep, I remember I was a sack of semen |
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Know I'm 31, living the life that most niggas be dreamin |
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A nigga gotta hustle, stuck on what I believe in |
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Never take a punch and think that we even |
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Cuz the type of shit I'm on, it's some get back |
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Cuz I won't get it, |
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Long as I'm breathin I'll think that's a good enough reason |
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I asks my mom all the time why god made it so hard? |
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For a nigga to make a living from breaking a law |
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I can't wait for six months without takin my job, |
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Back on my rear, they pull me over and now they take my car |
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(Mama Said that I'd be something) And I believe her |
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When my album hit the streets I'm strapped with four heaters |
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And I clutch peers, my heaters don't move for nothin |
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I'm tuckin, I'm clutchin, I'm bustin niggas who know me |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2] |
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I'm a survivor, I'm like the Eskimo in the North Pole |
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My blood line can adapt to the cold |
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You can lock me, the jail closed |
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I close my eyes and visualize in my mind and think I was home |
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I've been preached to all my life, I can think on my own |
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Cuz my mind's deep into their minds, so leave it alone |
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I'm entrapted with slurs and dread lines, runnin deep through my soul |
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Who knows? sometimes I made peace with my foes |
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I've been so deep into thought, that I bleed from my nose |
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I walk the streets with the heat, blastin pebbles and stones |
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I shed a bloody tear, for my thugs on top and bottom tier |
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In the streets motherfucker who should I fear? |
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My heart is beatin, I'm breathin, dealin, with viscous heathen |
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Im off the leash, and the pizza nigga stop me from eatin |
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Lessons are being learned, I'm wide awake, I feel like I'm dreamin |
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Chapow motherfucker! I think we even |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Keep my head above the water, let me talk to my lawyer |
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Facing cases of perpetration with a white mask on my face like Jason |
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Patiently waitin for this women and this women said there's no where to turn |
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So I smoke and I drink gin |
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For the judge that sentence me, nigga fuck you |
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Your the reason why my niggas turn to thugs too |
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Your the reason why my race in jail, with nothin to run to |
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Your the reason why we payin' our guns too |
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Ugh, increase the smoke, and pull the liquor, |
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All the earth visualize what it's worth |
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I walk the streets fly cousin, ridin' to die cousin |
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My nine will determine if I die, run and die, gunnin |
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Never seen death cousin? Your fuckin niggas bluffin |
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I park around with a nine shell in my stomach |
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Always do to die, be something, you know I keep bustin |
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With D-A-Z motherfucker |
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[Chorus] |
