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me now, listen Momma loved me, pop me Mickey fed me, and he me fought me, made me tougher Love you for that my nigga no matter bro Marcy me, and whether right or wrong Streets me all I write in the song Hootie babysitted, my diapers Gil introduced me to the game changed my life up Trenton grew me, had me skipping school Valencia's Vovo had me making moves Momma raised me, pop I you God help me him I got some issues cleaned my ears, Annie shampooed my hair Eric was fly, shit, I used to steal his I was the boy, I could do no wrong it's goin past fast, let's move along Kitchen table, that's where I my skills Jaz made me believe the was real Labels turned me down, foresee sought me out, Dame believed Primo me, Ski did too "Reasonable Doubt" classic, should of triple Momma loved me, pop me dressed me, plus she fed me Banana pudding, what's in the hood on L's, drinking pink champelle Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. Tone, Mike 'Zo and niggas, V.A.'s locked Vigs fucked with a nigga, up ha? hated the fact I put rap to the back Money pouring in, clientele now of my first nephew, time to slow it down October 21st, Lavelle came to the Followed by three more boys and then a baby loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay Loves you to death won't let no trouble come way Oh, can't forget my man in Maryland gone 'til November, how can I not remember? Tell moms I'm there for her and Tiembra And your son too, there's nothing I do you was me, how could you judge me? I was up in pain, y'all can't touch me Police pursued me, chased cuffed and me to me rudely, cause I'm young rich and I'm black And live in a movie, not by rules New rap patrolling the city, my crews Bleek you're with me, nigga what did I say? The time is coming you one hit Beans I trying to change you, just give you some game To make the transition, the street to the fame My momma me