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[J.
Yea, this is the
yea, is where the fathers aint living
at not with us
see em round the city and won't even say wassup
when play tough, wont even smile in mirrors
and we to f-ck hoes off trial and error
just a small time n-gga, big hustle
glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy,
these were our heroes, for them zero's
for that Robert Deniro, n-ggas on them kilo's
them people,
mad at myself I done seen some things that I'd rather not tell
smole crack and her boyfriend too
sometimes he touch her daughter like them do
up to the club where the boys went too
see yellow tape and the boys in blue
a n-gga on a and though i never met ya
Im thinking God ya, they city try and get ya
man, don't let the get ya
f-ck the horoscopes, know the lke a wrestler
if bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue
your on the front of our shirts saying we miss ya
(we ya)

Come me,
Run see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

with me,
Run quick see, do we have here
Now, do you ride or die
La dadada, la la la la

yea, see God
I know you only do whats for me
but is it cool if we my destiny
always tellin' me it's temporary
than why its like a cemetary
my dreams aint got no
my hurting and none of us were equiped here
you heard me say I was
i probably make
I'm trying to get
I'm quit fear
who the scripts here
these kids live there whole life killing time
running the race with no finish
they tryna us with they ropes
but Im climb
I think my pride might become my suicide
but I aint tryna go, no
and through these lines and quotes you gotta some hope
cause I dying
my gon' last forever,
you can hold the
look inside you can see a diamond in my
Im of seeing dope fiends, wiping they nose clean
is my neighbourhood a smoke screen
I think Im in the (?) I see lo
raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(no kings, no kings)

[J. Hook]
Come me,
Run see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

Come me,
Run see, what do we have here
Now, do you ride or die
La dadada, la la la la

[J. Cole 3]
It seems n-ggas either feel ya or they try and kill ya
I face the sky and hope to God aint unfamiliar
you play whatever he deal no matter how peculiar
tell me that its God's will, I'm asking God will ya
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iller a n-gga from pain, momma smoking cocaine as it rains out
am I to blame, try to stay so I came out-side
where they rock them thangs out
to clear my at the same time they blew that boys brains out
but will it change, its like n-ggas is free but our minds still in the
brothers killing eachother, the blood its a shame
it ever slow up
alot of n-ggas getting older but they never up
and do they son's like they fathers did and show up
don't even cry about it, another episode of life
watch the season n-gga no
the devil buying n-gga no refunds
man, let the city get ya
f-ck the horoscopes know the ropes like a
if them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a
face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya
another day, another song, a mother
gone
but we play like aint nothing wrong
aint nothing wrong
cause aint nothing
Im not as fast, I'm not as
but I pass
I gotta
I ball
I gotta
I gotta ball