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As a child i felt lonely and helpless |
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Low cash from a neighborhood wealthless |
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I'll stick a wino, and rob him for his last penny |
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Happy days around my way we didn't find many |
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Momma said that i was outta line talkin smack |
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Extension cords to this young nigga's black back |
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A juvenile, thirteen, now i'm locked up |
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Scared to cry, i don't wanna get fucked up |
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Fifty push ups a strain on my young chest |
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I paint the pictures that i pose for a sleeveless |
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I see my momma only supervised when she cry |
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She said my baby brother's comin he aint far behind |
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Somebody tell me how i ended up like this |
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I wait for god to give me strength, i'ma fight this |
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I refuse to bend down cuz i'm young and wild |
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Do or die that's this young nigga's rough style |
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They'll never find me |
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Searchin to find me |
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My soul will be free before they find me |
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[verse 2] |
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I hit the street full grown, momma's gone now |
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Had a heart attack i'm living on my own now |
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My black boots and my state green all i own |
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And a burning desire for a microphone |
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I see my little man tiah bless me wit a burner |
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Any coincidence i'm feeling like nat turner |
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Twenty stick ups in thirty days they see me comin |
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Everybody on the block duck and start runnin |
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A old lady told me baby boy calm down |
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But like in vietnam war i got to bomb now |
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My cash was up a little somethin, somethin, takin shake |
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I blasted reddie at the weedgate and took his papes |
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Cuz i done came a long way, in a short time |
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And i'm willing to die tryin to get mine |
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Alotta niggas think i'm cool wit 'em, guess what |
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Them niggas in for a shock cuz i'm fucked up |
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You'll never find me |
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Chorus |
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I got a little crew now i'm selling weight |
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White mickeyed out navigator, tight straight |
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I got the butter soft seats watch a video |
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Stag a lee, everybody in the city knows |
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I make my rounds and i'm checkin how my work's moving |
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Shit is picking up nice, life is improving |
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I got the baddest bird in brooklyn, she six months |
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She keep a eye on my whole house, my youngsters |
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I got my honey on the side she don't know about |
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I'm on my way to see her now, i'm a blow her out |
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I pull up to see her standing in the door waiting |
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Shorty fine like a porn star masturbating |
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She said, "daddy are you hungry, would you like to eat |
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Would you let me rub your back, can i kiss your feet" |
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I told her, "baby make the bed cuz i need rest" |
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She sucked me down until i fell asleep, god bless |
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I see my momma with my eyes closed, kinda strange |
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Time to wake up and touch something, outta range |
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White clouds with the softness i hear the music |
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What the hell is going on here i'm 'bout to lose it |
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Momma why you talking to me like you right here |
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She said, "son you outta focus now, come clear" |
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She said, "your life'll be a milestone for everyone |
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Because your layin in the bed that you made son" |
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Look how they found me |
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