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(Nineteen!) Know i gotta shake it off, I can't give up my brothers need me Know this rap shit kinda hard, but I don't like shit that come easy You done been around for way too long, it's hard to see you leave me Always made sure you had a meal when I was barely eating Every day i'm getting bad news feel like I'm barely grieving I'm tired as f*ck, you can hear it in my voice, sound like i'm barely speaking I knew I was gone be the golden boy when i was barely teething I gotta run it up cause I don't like to see my mama teaching You did that shit, you dead wrong You know you could've said sum' You could've got my head blown I could've been a headstone I'm always tryna be the one the lord can lay his hands on You really wanna be my girl? Then baby, play yo' man song Everyday I wake up, I know I gotta get this paper When I lay my head to sleep I dream bout balling like a Laker I'm just tryna see when it got so cool to hate up on a player I show love to everybody, you a lie if you see me hating I'm tryna get my point my point across that i ain't never been no hater Saw my brothers coming in with bricks and pounds I watched them weigh 'em Seen my patna started picking sides I told his ass "just stay there" Either with me or against me nigga, f*ck an ultimatum Aye my swag done changed a bit from when i started this Bellbottoms and Jordan 1's, I treat 'em like a starter kit I remember back in middle school i was somewhere starting shit Seventh grade this nigga stepped on my sneakers then we had started hitting Glad I had came out of that, you leave ain't no coming back You don't need an A.R., get a switch a drum attached Let me stop, rapping bout these guns, told Z i'm done with that I remember pewee league when i was playing running back Everything she do, it make me hurt right where my stomach at Racing to the finish line a nigga started lunging at it Everybody telling me "keep going" make my mama happy Sometimes i look back to the first day that i had started rapping Look what happened Everyday I wake up, I know I gotta get this paper When I lay my head to sleep I dream bout balling like a Laker I'm just tryna see when it got so cool to hate up on a player I show love to everybody, you a lie if you see me hating Everyday I wake up, I know I gotta get this paper When I lay my head to sleep I dream bout balling like a Laker I'm just tryna see when it got so cool to hate up on a player I show love to everybody, you a lie if you see me hating