[Intro]
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Represent, you act like this was the first time we done had to tell y'all
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You can hear us though, you can hear us... in 4, 3, 2, 1
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[Verse 1]
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I was born a bastard, my mama was a baby
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And she didn't have the skills it would ever take to raise me
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Pops jumped ship and left us doin bad
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I pretty much blame him for everything I never had
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Fall back cuz I remember I was always mad
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Constantly in trouble, I was always bad
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Used to whip my ass for stealin and skippin class
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Just basically fuckin up, they said I was nothing but a fuck up
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Your fuckin nuts, just wait and see
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I can't wait to make them eat that shit they talk bout me
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I'm gonna make granny proud of me
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Be someone that I can be, proud to be
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They ain't gonna make no ass out of me
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How did we, overcome such obstacles and setbacks
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They told me I was average but I just couldn't accept that
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Let that, be those words carved in my headstone
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P. S. you hatin muthafuckas were dead wrong
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[Chorus x2]
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Told you muthafuckas I won, I was gon do it
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I was gon do it, still you doubted me... still you doubted me
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[Verse 2]
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Day turn to night, I paid the cost for the fame
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I was drawn to the game like a moth to a flame
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Guess you could say I had a troublesome past
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Rememberin talkin to mama, talking through glass
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The look in her eye, boy I'm so sick of your ass
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You're never gonna change, you're just like your dad (damn!)
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A look in her face that told me I was mistake
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She wish she had never made, goes from back from in the day
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What came from the grave, was a message she didn't wanna hear
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Remember that trip from hell, well here's your little souvenir
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Don't drink no Belvedere, I blow that killer smoke
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I hit that volume button and let them guerillas go
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You didn't know or see the growth through the concrete
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Makin million dollars merely speakin over drum beats
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Yes did, been telling you since I was a kid
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And you was bonded, get on with that bullshit
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3]
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I rolled my eyes, as if to say fuck all y'all
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All I ever had was my muthafuckin Paw Paw
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My gramma, fed me catfish and coleslaw
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I hit the weed then pass it to my road dog
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I grip the steering wheel, I'm mashin gas pedal
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Bitch, I'm gonna be here when the muthafuckin dust settles
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Probably been off if I had just let go
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I wonder where I'd be in life if I just said no
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But life's too short for me to ponder questions I'll never answer
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But why am I still smoking from all I've lost from cancer
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At this point in life, all my worries are financial
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And any losses that I have to take will be substantial
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I'm not stopping because it's not an option
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Get it straight, I'm not sweepin and not moppin
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A muthafuckin thing, you get that boss
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And all that real job talk just piss Stak off
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[Chorus x2]
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Still You Doubted Me
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Haystak |