[Chorus- Trey Songz]
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Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life...
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I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life...
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You niggas don't know me... you can't slow me down
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You can't hold me... so imma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong
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[Verse 1- Obie Trice]
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They say why you so defensive? I take that offensive
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Comin' from the shit that I lived in
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You wouldn't understand him unless you eye witness
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Chillin' on the block where vacant lots are given
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Women and children missin' men in the picture
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These niggas hit up sittin' down at some center
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Get a kite with a flick of a chick he once hit up
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Ridiculous but that's us niggas
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On the corner from dusk to dawn
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Till that shit whites brought to America's gone
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Be a good samaritan my heritage was did wrong
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So all that sufferin' that's just prolong
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Long as you knowin' that strong arm robbery
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Was brought on by this society deprivin' me
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This brings violence if you're not survivin'
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My environment, don't expect you to be drivin' in
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[Chorus- Trey Songz]
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Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life...
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I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life...
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You niggas don't know me... you can't slow me down
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You can't hold me... so imma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong
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[Verse 2- Obie Trice]
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Mama worked 37 years at the plant
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34 days she missed, that's where I get my grind at
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Her little nigga, see her as father figure
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Even though she got hips and tender bitch up
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Show me how to manuever snakes far as niggas
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Eleanor Trice, one real sister
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Raised the kids up to be go getters
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Now a nigga living room big as an ampatheater
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Got the theater nigga I'm from the hood
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So at times I see the mirror and tell him he doin' good
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Keep up my spirits cause niggas want him destroyed
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But that's null and void when it comes to ya boy
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I'm from Detroit, Shady employee
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I'm on a voyage tryna get more than royalties
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Niggas some royalty, that's why your bitches spoil me
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O-T-R-I-C-E
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[Chorus- Trey Songz]
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Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life...
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I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life...
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You niggas don't know me... you can't slow me down
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You can't hold me... so imma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong
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[Verse 3- Obie Trice]
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I got visions of makin' executive decisions
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But the system tells me to be realistic
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You can't do shit with C's and D's
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I can do the work I'm just interested in makin' cheese
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So your schools can't control these G's
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He got his own rules and do whatever he please
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At ease to my soldiers that's feelin' Obie
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Long as I know my 1, 2, 3's I'm flippin' OZ's
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A nigga can count like an accountant
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Only difference is it ain't checks thatta be bouncin'
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It's powder, peep what he's pronouncin'
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Now he lives next to the teacher that denounced him
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Doubted him, now look at the child's outcome
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Deuce album got 'em speakin' highly in volume
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I assume I'm valuable, they throwin' in the towel
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Bow whenever they see him rollin' at diablo
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[Chorus- Trey Songz]
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Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life...
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I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life...
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You niggas don't know me... you can't slow me down
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You can't hold me... so imma keep rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong
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Mama
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Obie Trice |