| Family problems, it ain’t easy handling those needs
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| (Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do)
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| Baby mama drama, I just need a little time to go to sleep
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| (Damn, only if I had a little time for me)
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| Record company motherfuckers asking me when I’m gonna release
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| (I want the pressure homie, so much pressure on me)
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| And my homies on my back about me helping them get up off them streets (I mean
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| what the fuck?)
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| And it all falls back on me
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| Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
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| (Somehow it always fall back on me)
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| No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it’s on me
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| If it was up to you that’s just the way it’s always gon' be
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| (Listen to me)
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| It’s kind of funny how they fall back on me
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| I used to never get a call back, homie
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| Before the money they didn’t see me like it’s dark and it’s all black, homie
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| But now they switching cause the card black, homie
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| It wasn’t always that way
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| We was recording on the 4-track, homie
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| New apartment, no fridge, no mattress, no table, no cable
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| And all I hear is my girl in my ear
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| And this nigga Eazy asking for his car back, homie
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| I would’ve never saw this happening from that far back, homie
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| What it came to be, would have never believed, living the life I lived in C-P-T
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| A motherfucking dream to reality is what you call that, homie
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| It was something to me
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| No eat, no sleep, wasn’t nothing to me
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| Can’t always be how you want it to be
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| And I’m the one that they looking up to
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| Fuck they expecting from me?
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| And it all falls back on me
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| Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
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| (Somehow it always fall back on me)
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| No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it’s on me
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| If it was up to you that’s just the way it’s always gon' be
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| That’s just the way it is, and how it always was
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| DJing parties in my neighborhood just for the love
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| Dope dealers overtipping and bitches stripping
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| And any minute niggas start tripping and start shooting shit
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| On any given day I’m like «what the fuck?»
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| Face down on the pavement with the billy clubs
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| Took that feeling to the studio and cued it up
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| And now it’s «Fuck the Police"all up in the club
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| Now it’s '91 and Snoop Dogg came to visit
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| And was like «What up cuz? |
| Let me show you what this chronic like»
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| Couldn’t help myself, just had to dip into that chronic life
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| And then that night came in when that nigga Knight came in (woo!)
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| This one of those dreams you don’t wake up from
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| Then again, you don’t sleep if you come from where I come from
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| When the sun shines and they bust nines
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| Don’t dial 9 plus 1−1
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| When they run up on your school bus with a two truck, you might learn something
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| And it all falls back on me
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| Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
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| (Somehow it always fall back on me)
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| No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it’s on me
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| If it was up to you that’s just the way it’s always gon' be |