[Verse 1]
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Ive been struggling for years
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So many tears that they dried out
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Right now, I'm juss looking for a hideout
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The times now, to try to touch souls
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But the Wright road fo'sho, don't seem to have no light poles
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So I bury myself into the darkness
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Kobe on the office but a niqqa heartless
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Whats fame without passion? Nonsense
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Searching for love but can't find nobody to bond with
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I'm looking for solutions
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The Wright road, thats the muthafuckin movement
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Loose lips sink ships, thats useless
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& it be the closest muthafuckas that you move with
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Watch out cuz you could be next
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Get in the game cuz your ass wanna be fresh
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I wanna see less of people tryna seek death
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We don't need iPhones, niqqas need help... believe that
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I bet they understanding me now
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I was juss a lil guy as the man of the house
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Devil taking all these souls & yall handing them out
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& then we got the weird muthafuckas standing around
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Like... damn?
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Damaged with these so not souls
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So for free, I'm letting everybody know
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We all need to get it together, its getting close
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& we ain't getting young, we only getting old
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So if I'm wrong... alone... & if I'm long... gone
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[Chorus]
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I wonder if heaven gotta ghetto?
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I wonder if heaven gotta ghetto?
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I wonder if heaven gotta ghetto?
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I wonder if heaven gotta ghetto?
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I ask myself "I wonder if heaven gotta ghetto?"
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[Verse 2]
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See, I'm living on earth
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Let me tell you whats this black life's worth
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Nothing but a dolla & a curse
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Go & snatch a purse, from a lady tryna make it work
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& your ass juss prolly made it worse
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Its a muthafuckin shame what we'll do to survive
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Fuck up a life juss so we can get by
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Don't wanna trip when our family get-got
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Like we don't know the devil don't be on his fuckin job
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I wonder, how I come from under with power to make the world shift?
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New daddy, I been on my baby girl shit
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I give her the world with a lil discipline
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With every predicament, I juss wanna get it in
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But men don't got rights to they first child
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& somehow, I gotta make this shit work out
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Cuz the state don't give a fuck about a debt
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They don't care if you a daddy, they juss wanna get a check
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Don't care if you depressed, if you ain't gotta dolla
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Your a dead-beat by law & you owe it to their mama
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Drama what they caused, if you ask me
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But shit, thats prolly why no one ask me
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I'm Dizzy D Flashy, the rebel... & if I die
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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See, there ain't no hope for the future
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You are not alrite, not suicidal but you live a suicidal life
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Put your... self in positions, I know it looks appealing
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But we gotta make better decisions
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We living in a life full of sin
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Where everybody tryna get it in
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I don't care where you goin, I care where you been
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So talk about that when you tryna talk... big
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See, I got a problem with the feeling of things
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We so blinded by material things
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See, everything is overlooked now... I give up
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Life is all about a quick dolla & a quick nut
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Fuck, I need guidance... we're disgrace to races
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I was raised in Vegas, I was raised to make it
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Place your hatin... state beliefs
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I'm in these streets cuz my daughter need a place to sleep
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She gotta eat, I got a family I'm tryna feed
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But am I wrong if I do wrong & get that green?
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I'm re... lieved whenever I provide, every time that I look in her eyes
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So if I die, I tried & did my job... as a pops
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[Chorus]
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I Wonder If Heaven Gotta Ghetto
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Dizzy Wright |