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Way before i had it cheap I was just little D Metal braces on my teeth It made me hate to speak Speech impediment had me speaking to therapist Sipping theraflu all i seek is the medicine Me and Joey was walking catching buses to hustling Lost it all over money we was closer than cousins They say don't mix the money with the blood nigga So on the road im getting money with the blood niggas It was me and P everyday was coke and weed I keep pistols where i sleep because of things i seen I see demons in my head because of things i did Makes me wonder what went missing even as a kid We moved to the burbs think that was 96 Lower middle We probably made it look like we rich Then come the struggling so f*ck I'm addicted to hustling Baggin up in the studio, im skipping the subjects I was Crystal Skating fly, Missy made me cry I keep losing who i love i see em every night Mama told me to leave I think at 15 Even notified police i had a uuv F*ck where's the loyalty So in return i could never ask you for the lawyer fees Never bail money all you got is hell from me Used to read the dictionary now they scared of me You never left me too long because you cared for me Even when you wasn't there i felt your prayers on me This a rare moment Just call me, you know I'm there mama Just call me, you know I'm there mama A hundred bottles to my section Where's the maitre d' This ain't flexing just reflecting, this the game for me Wasn't big on flashing money for the photo-ops If you had it why flash it, that only brought the opps Homicide Promise to make your mama cry So if your squad decide to ride it ain't no compromise That's why I keep the pistol on the side with me On my own but on my soul I know Allah's with me I just talked to Paul, the Post, they're writing all about it Mugshots, forty glocks, I'm leaving chalk around it Let it die, wish I could see her one more time Lost Jeanelle two thousand four, shit left me sick inside (Why) I'm riding ninety five I keep that stick inside All white sitting nice in that expensive ride Jag Pussy niggas on my ass Bet your bitch I'll do the dash Cock it back and I'm going blast nigga I tried to tell that to the last nigga Just get your cash nigga Respectfully kiss my ass niggas
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