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Yeah,Real written all over this. |
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Yeah,Verse 1: |
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I said I used to get high, just to get by. |
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Couldn't deal with my reality was livin in a lie. |
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Sometimes |
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I ask god is we livin just to die. |
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Conversations with my dad and he livin in the sky. |
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I think am |
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I going crazy or is this shit for real, |
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The spirit of a nigga who's real in his appeal. |
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Fighting to see the light and |
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I'm fighting to keep it real, |
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Like a nigga with no lawyer |
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I'm ready to take a deal. |
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Got me feeling like |
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Colic, cause all |
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I do is win, |
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I don't practice no religion cause all |
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I do is sin. |
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I don't even write it down, |
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I'm just spittin' out what's in, |
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I don't celebrate for victory man all |
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I do is grin, uhh. |
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Shit I ain't brag and |
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I don't boast, |
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But when it come to bread fuck a slice |
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I need a loaf, |
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And a little bit of toast just to keep the haters off me, |
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Man I do this for my city, y'all are niggas waitin' on me uhh. |
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Chorus:Look into my eyes, tell me what you see, |
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A youngin' full of pride with attentives of a |
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G.I never gave a fuck what ya heard about me, |
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Never told, never sold, nigga this is me. |
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Verse 2:Yeah, |
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I'm a family man, don't you evercross that line where my family stand. |
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I'll send em' boys to come and get you in that family van. |
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Cold shooters that let it hammer like |
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Yosemite Sam. |
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I'm from a hood where these niggas scared to dream at, |
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Fuck the money, they wanna know where the lean at, |
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And make em' lean back, |
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I'm talkin fadeaway, |
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Mike Jordan, gettin it ain't important. |
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How can I forfeit, nighas makin a fortune, |
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Livin in fortresses, gettin in on some corporate shit. |
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Go hard or go home, and that's the often niche, |
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Same niggas |
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I grew up with |
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I be often with. |
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Small circle cause niggas will merk you, |
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Most of the time it's niggas that know you, |
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But my niggas is purple, hearted. |
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I seen the snakes before they even started, |
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Cold, and now we dearly departed. |
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Chorus:Look into my eyes, tell me what you see, |
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A youngin' full of pride with attentives of a |
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G.I never gave a fuck what ya heard about me, |
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Never told, never sold, nigga this is me. |