(Verse)
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We was ripping and writing,
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Found a couple of the hobbies now
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Ain’t gotta rob, ain’t got to cook, you cut it rock it now.
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And what you know is who you know, connections drop you down
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Shit was never white, it was more like a Bobby Brown.
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Though it was born, it was cold, what you do to hold it
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Like asking why dehydrated but what you do to soda?
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I had plans, never met her, but I knew I owed her,
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Two straps, shit, they was trying charge super soda.
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Blood thicker than water, but water tastes better
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So wouldn’t be shock of any signature of any eight level
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These enemies come into forms of friends now
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To it to whip, that’s a thirty, couldn’t extend now.
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Got a problem with straps, I need to let them go,
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These niggers keep giving me reasons to let them go
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Is my daddy proud, I will never know
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If I was eight again, I have so much to tell him, know.
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But I’m a kid with a kid, I do my own part
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I do pray that he whole watching
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Ain’t play ball like he wanted, but I be doing something,
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I mean, that’s better than nothing.
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Nothing but dreams, hopes and schemes where I live
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But this rap shit, we love that.
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Cops took a life and won’t give it back,
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Fuck the shop, I can’t do that.
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Mom’s in outer space, don’t even know where her kid at,
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And we digress, since you flapping boys you stayed up in my projects.
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They say they get me, but steady question my concept.
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Hold On
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| Tsu Surf |
