| My spirit was broken from all of the pain that I endure |
| He coulda turned his back on 'em, but he put the whole hood on his shoulders |
| Obstacles in your way, gotta face 'em just to open some doors |
| My spirit was broken from all of the pain that I endure |
| He coulda turned his back on 'em, but he put the whole hood on his shoulders |
| Obstacles in your way, gotta face 'em just to open some doors |
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| Love me or love me not, either fuck wit' me or you don't |
| Don't call me when it's convenient to cut off when it be smoke |
| Identify wit' your struggle, y'all 'member when I was broke |
| Yeah, it's a cold game, these niggas crossin' they folks |
| Used to want a Chevy wit' Pirelli and gold spokes |
| Now we in a foreign on Forgi's off dope smoke |
| Life different, baby, had to get off Granny couch and go and get it, baby |
| Pocket watchin' ain't permitted, mind ya business, rewards ain't presented till |
| you risk it |
| And I was front linin' never distant, nah, for real, just for instance |
| Jumpin' out them vehicles, we trippin' |
| Vow not to tell on none of my henchmen |
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| My spirit was broken from all of the pain that I endure |
| He coulda turned his back on 'em, but he put the whole hood on his shoulders |
| Obstacles in your way, gotta face 'em just to open some doors |
| My spirit was broken from all of the pain that I endure |
| He coulda turned his back on 'em, but he put the whole hood on his shoulders |
| Obstacles in your way, gotta face 'em just to open some doors |
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| I do this shit to the throat, that's on the fo' |
| Hesitatin' wit' the yick, that's how niggas get smoked |
| My spirit was broke but I'm in my zone now |
| I ain't comin' back home until I'm up a hunnid |
| That shit hit different when you seen one of they partners runnin' |
| Money pilin' up, I been wantin' it since a youngin' |
| You froze under pressure, that's why you ain't got no plate |
| Me and my niggas be eatin' bossa nova skirt steaks |
| Changed the way we livin', expressin' all our feelings, that shit got us out |
| the trenches |
| Paid in full, my mind focused on a million |
| Say you ain't got it, then they gon' show you they real feelings |
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| My spirit was broken from all of the pain that I endure |
| He coulda turned his back on 'em, but he put the whole hood on his shoulders |
| Obstacles in your way, gotta face 'em just to open some doors |
| My spirit was broken from all of the pain that I endure |
| He coulda turned his back on 'em, but he put the whole hood on his shoulders |
| Obstacles in your way, gotta face 'em just to open some doors |
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