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I'm a product of properly hoppin' up out of that poverty
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Profitin' all for coppin' and swappin' that property out for a possible monopoly
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Try not to adopt my father's old philosophies
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Same time I'm prayin' to God that everything works out at his colonoscopy
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I'm walkin' across a suicidal tightrope intentionally
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While the demons comin' out of me
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Wifey's on the side of me talkin' sense into me
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Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, she's been sent to me
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Right there since '96, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be
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Deal with life
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This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me
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Y'all call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamy
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Targettin' my kids and babies through population and gun control
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Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more
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Make a bigot racist uncomfortable
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If y'all against talk and reparation then I'm not against the thought of separation
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While the politicians that are white and privileged ask how is this different from segregation,
that's funny bro
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The segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go
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Separation is bein' woke and goin' wherever I wanna go
[Chorus]
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Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
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All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
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You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
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But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
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Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
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All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
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You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
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But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
[Verse 2]
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Never sold dope, from the gold rope
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Wanted one though, they were so dope (Yeah)
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Was a have-not (Yeah) 'cause my pockets (Uh)
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Didn't have knots, I was so broke
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On my last rock, for my slingshot
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Better haul ass, don't be no slow poke (Nope)
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Through the tall grass, run your ass off (Yeah)
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Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence post
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Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it's 'bout to fuzz
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Like a lint roller they wait 'til it's late, they will tiptoe
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Through your living room window
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Take your Nintendo and then skate
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Making you feel like you got bent over and raped
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Little boy, you're never gonna get no rope chain
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Get your shit stole, and your lip swole, I became bitter
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As I got a little bit older, my hate
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Was making me get cold, and began to get a chipped shoulder
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Started to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid row
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But I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escaped
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Then I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizo
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Thought my name was B-side 'cause they flipped over my tape
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And I won't hesitate
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To get 'em all bent so outta shape
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Oh shit bro, hold up, wait
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I just tripped over my cape (Superman)
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And I'm not gonna let 'em treat the paper like I'm chopping a letter
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Dre'll tell you how I shred
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So when you refer to the guy next to the doc, you meant shredder
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Now the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, I
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Got several bounties from feds in every county
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I'm with a gal at a Checkers wiling
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Bumping "Fuck Da Police" while I fed her Rally's
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This shit is like Romper Room
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Why do I feel responsible for these kids?
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All of whom I'm a father to
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I'm a God to you, y'all better worship the water I walk on
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Or y'all gonna meet your Waterloo
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I get to flippin' the mic' as a murder weapon
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I'm poppin' an extra clip, then cock and shoot, then I'm popping
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Do not let me catch you slippin'
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I will pop up and I'll take a spot from you
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I'll get to doing what a leaky faucet do
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But I ain't talkin' drip when I say that I'll get the drop on you
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Singin' fuck all of you in Autotune
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I am too volatile and too grizzly to bear
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Yeah, shit is gettin' to where I can barely even sit in a chair
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I bust my ass for this shit and I swear
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It ain't even worth dissing someone so offbeat
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That they can't even figure out where their words
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Should hit the kick and the snare
[Chorus]
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Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
Fm Cm Fm
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
Fm Cm Fm
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Fm Cm Fm
But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
Fm Cm Fm
Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
Fm Cm Fm
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
Fm Cm Fm
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Fm Cm Fm
But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
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