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While growing up in the ghetto
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My time went fast
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see I be stealing from the grown ups
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running from the tasks
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as i dash through the grass everyday
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skipping class
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my daddy dont be tripping
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so you can kiss my ass
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pass the doogie doobie lefthand side
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only nine years old getting high getting high
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I wonder why my teacher's sweating me
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I did my history It dont relate to me
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my gpa 1.3
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see i remember places the names streets dates
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anybody rolling with stolen license plates
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but if that faked out of date shit
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wasnt in my way
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ask me anything or where im from
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i bet i get an A minus
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in fact i am the finest
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counting male faster than you can say your highness
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dont combat me with dryness
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cos i know the definition of any slang word
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so what's that synonym you're wishing?
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I want to be a lawyer
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accused of a liar like LaToya
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so im dropping the fourth grade
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slinging lemonade
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I am my own keeper
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a young o'erachiever
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ten cents a cup, im a gonna have to leave that shit to beaver
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now I lay me down to sleep
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cos i cant eat my noodles right
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dead bodies every other night
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we fucking up the appetite
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tragedy is an everyday thing
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put on a video game sit some time
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if i can stand the pain
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give me the knowledge from the street
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now watch me learn it
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I went to get a job
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but too young for a work permit
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dont come my way (fool)
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I might just have to gack
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they say we growing up fast
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but we just dying faster
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chorus
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always dropping the good or villain cop
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slam the child on the hard concrete
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repeat
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Well it's June 17th
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it couldnt have came to me no quicker
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11 years old
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my chest a little thicker
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how you figger
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my life is gonna be bigger and better
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when that path im rolling on
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is similar to that crooked letter
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once i get a better view
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to check out that avenue
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its drug infested
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planted there just for me to be tested
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on the hard concrete
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now it's three years later
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came for me literally
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caught me up stacking that refrigerator
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ator
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catching shirley down the block
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in the bucket
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she stepped to the back
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that's when i stuck it fuck it
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my first piece of butt
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it was just my luck
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cause nine months later
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at my door she showed up
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damn I was stuck
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reminiscing in my seat
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I just turned sixteen but to me
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it's not sweet
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no edumaction
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this combination of ghetto life
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is a straine pass the ben gay cream
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Eighteen looking as old as Don King
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The indo in my brain
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keep asking my
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how many years is it until my life expectancy
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well let's see
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another three done take away
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and now the hustling games a part of me
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everyday
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my life is on the line
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fool you can catch my fist
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cos any other place
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can be a better place than this
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im now dismissed
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my body hit the concrete
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the bullet had no name
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as it was introduced to me
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the next morning
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headline front page
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young man shot cos of death of age
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Try to rise above it all
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or drown in ...
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chorus
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man this is really something repeat
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Hard Concrete
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The Coup |