[Chorus]
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You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you
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You don't have to cry no more
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If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you
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You don't have to cry no more
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[Boondox] I remember bein broke with no record deal
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[Kalage] Broke with no job
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[B] Too broke to smoke dope
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[K] Man, times so hard
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I wanna take my own life
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[B] That's what pain do to you
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[K] But I'm too broke to even die
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[B] I couldn't afford a funeral
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[K] I'm too broke to spend time
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[B] Y'all don't know how it feel
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I could've been a metal welder
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[K] 'Cause I know how to steel (steal)
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[B] Naw, I ain't braggin, I'm just keepin it real
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I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin a meal
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[K] Man I been homeless
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[B] You ever spent the night in the grass?
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[K] With ants and mesquitos
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[B] While they bitin ya ass
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[K] My best friend got shot nine times for nothin
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He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins
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[B] Even momma turned her back on me, wouldn't look me in my face
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I'm a disgrace to my folks...
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[K] 'Cause I ain't graduate?
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[B] I ain't have nobody
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[K] Man, I wish I was dead
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[B] I was alone so I turned to God and he said
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[Chorus]
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[Boondox]
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As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary
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Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin the weed
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My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer
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At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer
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Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock
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Bumped dad, 'cause when he visit it was like a pit stop
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I lived knock hard, like Jay-Z, boy ya won
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Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun
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A three-eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers
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Tryna take my ??, I'll turn your hat lavender
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Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually
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Supposed to be sellin 'em, but it's hard to give 'em away
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Livin the day for tomorrow, so on the down-low
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I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now
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From flippin dimes, playin get like me to get a dollar
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To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain't cryin
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[Chorus]
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[Kalage]
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Well, I been hearin a lotta people say that blood's thicker than water
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Well answer this then, which would you swallow?
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I said that to say, it don't matter, friend or kin
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Shawn ain't my cousin but he here through thick and thin
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[B] OK, I came up but all the faith folks came down
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[K] The script flip flopped
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[B] Now the game changed round
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Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now
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Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whooooooaaaa!
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[Chorus 4x]
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Crutch
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| Field Mob |
