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I can tell you' bout the Five I can show you what blocks buy I can tell you my block ties I can you to the far side Poor decision makin' plagued you lives You sellin' crack up on your porch While she still goin' her new divorce He has a as he raise his voice When he needs to raise his boys thugs with so much talent Young thugs no balance Young havin' no fathers Young niggas catchin' dope Growin' up she say she alone Now she strippin' for pot of gold Another fish in the say her mother never played her role I heard her always on the roll Her mother wearin' gold Where I'm from I guess that's how it
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The Beloved says Grown man bars is you gotta deal with Whole hand cards but that you can build with That sound like bullshit from out a bull Even the is a full house shelter keep you out the cold If you hold it close together, never fold Why you lettin' the devil beat you out your You believe in God then at least believe in odds This house of our is just a of cards Just the yards, and nice adjacent parks We was born black but that shit'll make you Even with a handful of Mind on the club just to a little love, my regards Cause when your P-O-V is It's D-O-C a lottery, that D-O-C be lock and key D-O-P-E bob and weave And the boxer boxin' Up out rings like it was Rocky 3 Caught up in the now Look at how we came out like olly oxen free That why they watchin' me, yeah, yeah Poor decider since like 4, 5 or sugar coated, edibles Instead of buildin' up a habit in them Now early 30s, my blood pressure's Medical, yeah I'm tellin' you cars over community Rappers influence your sprees Turn around and publish like it ain't got shit to do with me to record so ruthlessly Rich
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Can't tell you 'bout H dude But I'll tell you 'bout this dude And I'll you where they raise a tool I have a nigga for the labels or the latest shoes I'm from an era where trinkets could buy attention And the hoes thinking blow your winky for a known emblem Label whores that'll a sale and suck a store apparel, who dream of Rolls, but can't Accord Or afford, a Dodge, or a Where she end up on knob cause she has never been adored Lord us, my generation come to an end we all selfish, but livin' shallow, how we gon' swim? I mean really why I pretend? a day up in my tennis; my soul is possessed I'm my set, no matter who posin' against I got hot, they only good option to vent
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