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Since ’92 addicted to music in momma’s womb
Had niggas confused on thoughts that I was trynna prove
A knucklehead running and ducking a couple feds
So when trouble led, (gun shots), another brother dead
Niggas in Queens used to keep a youngin’ right
My dedication’s avoiding the starvation of life
Cool light skin little nigga loving and lusting your wife
Want as the plumber-man so I be laying the pipe
Bagging up a couple grams when I was stuck in that life
Real shit it wasn’t fit for me
And drug turns a locked door tyrnna get a key, know my daddy missing me
Left home, went to Cali, yeah bitch I’m history
Now I’m on HBO, shirt: „Fuck The Industry.”
Niggas still on hatin’ tips, thinking they could get with me
Had a girl for some time, X’s and Y’s don’t really do it, mathematic rules speaking through my music
My first piece of pussy thinking there was nothing like it
Had to relax and play it smooth wasn’t trynna fight it
Told me she like it, want me in the future like a psychic
Looked at the pussy as a prison so I got indicted
Thoughts as a weapon, I’m caution with steppin’, bad women flip sides need to Jordan the Lexus
Living life fast probably slow it down in a second
Ain’t forgetting shit, though I ain’t living life and regretting
It’s clear to me that I can see you homie
Drop and take a knee just to keep the Reaper off me
This world called reality can’t even trust your homies
They want you dead like Kony, that’s why they living phony shit I be the one and only
Last man standing, ???, and since I got a lot to learn it’s only right y’all give a hand
For the youngin’ that done came from the pain while others try to fight it
This real shit from my soul nigga there’s Nothin’ Like It
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