| If what I believe
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| Is proved to be wrong
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| Then I guess I’m a miracle
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| I was been supposed to change up
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| I was been supposed to fold all this pressure
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| I was been supposed to change up
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| Nigga, what would I look like? |
| I come from the hood
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| I represent the only way up
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| Had to hustle, boy, I’m tryna touch a toy
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| I’m tryna fuck these L.A. streets up
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| Think it’s safe to say I did it
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| Look nigga, uh
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| All black everything and my diamonds all love like Vera Wang
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| Look, blue rags in the south of France
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| There’s some things in life that won’t ever change
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| Me? |
| I’m a nigga that’s supposed to ball
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| 'Cause I’m a street survivor and they mold us wrong
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| Before rap we was rollin' stones
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| I drove a Cutlass coupe, would cop a quarter zone
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| Front of the buildin' on my mobile phone
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| I’m thinkin' pace myself 'cause you could overdose
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| Not on the drugs but the life you chose
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| By hangin' niggas, I don’t like the row
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| No such thing as they might parole
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| They putting cameras up in microphones
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| They got me sandwiched in, I want a nicer home
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| They know I take the risk, I don’t know right from wrong
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| Plus any given day you might be gone
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| No cliché where the lines get drawn
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| Come on the block, it’s a riot zone
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| For the loot niggas stoop into pirate mode
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| Paint with less strokes and divide you, dawg
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| Guns get drawn, niggas lives get lost
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| Never was entitled, had to fight for raw
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| Necessities in life, you see the reason, right?
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| I was been supposed to change up
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| I was been supposed to fold all this pressure
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| I was been supposed to change up
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| Nigga, what would I look like? |
| I come from the hood
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| I represent the only way up
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| Had to hustle, boy, I’m tryna touch a toy
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| I’m tryna fuck these L.A. streets up
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| Think it’s safe to say I did it
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| Look nigga, uh
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| All black everything in my 600 Benz with a heavy chain
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| Look, you deserve a real nigga with money
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| There’s some things in life that won’t ever change
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| Me? |
| Fell in love with a cutie
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| A celebrity herself, prolly fuck with her music
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| She the one that the shoe fit but I can’t stop for love
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| Look how the game has seduced us
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| Benihana’s or the Ruth’s Chris
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| A lot of new responsibilities with all of this influence
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| Spendin' racks, therapeutic
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| So I snow flake the face like A.C.s in my new shit
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| One button, where the roof went?
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| TMZ takin' shots, say cheese for the news clips
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| Dope boys and them boosters
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| Gangbangers and hoopers
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| My style is inclusive, the streets is abusive
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| But it’s life, my nigga, wanna survive, gotta shoot shit
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| Hella thick skin, never bruise quick
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| Yellow wrists and some 7-speed shit
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| I talk to you on some suck a D shit
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| All visual, nigga going digital, nigga
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| Not the smartest nigga but its visceral, nigga
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| My understandin' on a level kinda different, my nigga
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| Every time I drop, the city a feel it
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| Every time you hate, you gotta be kiddin'
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| Every time I pull up, the foreign is kitted
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| And I can’t even really walk through the Beverly Center
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| Hudson jeans on, ain’t the regular demin
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| I bought the 600, not the regular Benz
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| Famous without a deal, that ain’t regular nigga
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| Tired of tellin' you niggas I’m not a regular nigga, no!
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| I was been supposed to change up
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| I was been supposed to fold all this pressure
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| I was been supposed to change up
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| Nigga, what would I look like? |
| I come from the hood
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| I represent the only way up
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| Had to hustle, boy, I’m tryna touch a toy
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| I’m tryna fuck these L.A. streets up
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| Think it’s safe to say I did it
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| Look nigga, uh |