Kunci: C minor
Verse 1
Em
June 3rd, the day I was born
Lil' nappy head nigga, t- shirt all torn
Mama dropped out of school, in the
8th grade
Kids across the street,
they use to sell lemonade
Shit I bought a bar of soap,
and a box of razor blades
I had different thoughts, I'm
trying to get paid
In church every sunday,
praying for some hope
Asking God, that I don't
grow up broke
Now I'm down on my
knees, asking God why
Can't have no suede Pumas,
or no fucking Fila's
Step- daddy died,
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He was tooting up, and then
Em
the nigga started shooting
Up
Uncle started recruiting us,
he was hustling crack
It's safe to say, I was born in the trap
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No longer going to church,
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but I'm quick to pull my gun
Out
Em
Basketball MVP, the trophy's at my
mom house
Hoop dreams faded, nobody called
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Back to the block, full time hogg
18 got probation,
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for a
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pound of weed
Year later I'm connected,
get fronted half- a- ki's
Saw my first thirty G's, games
getting deeper
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Moved to H- Town,
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cause the bricks were cheaper
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Somebody started
snitching, now the word is out
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Em
And letter factors in my sofa nigga,
birds in my couch
FED's hit my house,
they ain't find shit G
Still tried to give me
20, for a damn conspiracy
Asking bout my niggaz, ain't
no snitch in I
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Told the D.A., eat a dick and die
Round the same time, I was
fucking with Screw
Gave me "Swangin' And Bangin",
Ever do
Em
And thanks to him I got love,
so I represented
Six months later "Ocean of
Funk", hundred thousand
Probation violation,
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I'm back on lock
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Dropped "Sailin' Da South", just
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to keep my name hot
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Video got shot, MLK Boulevard
Three months 'fore that,
Em
caught a fucking murder charge
Nigga broke in my crib, shot
my partna in the head
So I grabbed the chopper,
left the bitch nigga dead
Instead of self defense,
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they tried to give me murder
One
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Three years in the Penn,
homie that wasn't fun
Touched down on the
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streets, "Return of the Living
Dead"
Em
Another fifty thousand independent,
get my bread
Helped Wreckshop, make
bout 1.3
"Shinin' & Grindin",
"Dirty 3rd", "City Under Siege"
Slim Thug too
And both them niggaz switched,
like some homosexuals do
From "Wanna be a Baller", to
You wanna fuck with me, you
gotta get your grands up
Real niggaz stand up, fake
niggaz hit the deck
Everyday Street Gangsta,
I'm the epidemy of that
No holding me back, I'm
Angel in disquise, I walk in God's hands
And like I said befo',
the devils wanna clip my wings
Immortal underdog,
Fuck the movie ring,
it's real lifetime
Don't believe me, ask C-
Murder ask Shyne
Rappers like 50, use some real
gangstas mayn
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I really had a murder charge,
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really moved the caine
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Told to swang and bang, when I was
only 17
I knew about syrup, pop
trunks and screens
Em
Nintendos in the dash,
candy paint shining
Boys already know, I'm
way mo' than grinding
So yeah, now you bitch niggaz know
What E.S.G. stand fo', that's
my motherfucking intro
Nigga
Verse 2
A legend in this shit, know I'm saying
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This album right here, is dedicated
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To two special cats, my dog Nick Sholtz
And Matney on lock, let's
get this money
What up Duke, smoke some'ing Junior
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