| I know, it’s gotta be a better way
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| I’m asking you Lord, to please deliver me
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| The one that I trusted, wasn’t no friend of mine
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| I recognize the hate, when I begin to shine
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| Sometimes I ask myself, now who can I trust
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| That’s why I blow hydro, till my brain is congusted
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| With these words, that I’m speaking out
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| I’m trying to reach out, by telling you what to look for with funny people now
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| Listen, did I mention that I’m speaking the real
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| Take it from a lil' nigga, that has shedded some tears
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| Been in the game five years, and my ass still broke
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| My only source ain’t come, to sell grass and dope
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| If I get time for a dime, I’ma lose my mind
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| Yeah I’m a motherfucking man, but that don’t stop me from crying
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| Baby mama give me drama, always bitching bout money
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| Lord knows I love Amaria, Rashard and the money
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| I wonder how people will act, when I make my first mill
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| How much ass they gonna kiss, to make me think that it’s real
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| No, the do' I stack is going all to my kids
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| All I’m saying haters, is let me live for real
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| And now I see for rich and clear
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| This life of mine, ain’t what I thought that it would be
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| These niggas be hating never less perpetrating, on who the fuck that they be
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| You would think they would be happy, to see me make it
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| They tell me that they love me, not knowing that I know they fake
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| And so I ride one deep, at least one deep I get to be all alone
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| No friends no foes, just Trae and how I’m loving to be in my zone
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| I got a son, I gotta mash fo'
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| So it ain’t no stopping, when I’m bumping for my cash flow
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| I tried to break bread with niggas, but the greed came
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| Run around telling everybody, that we done used they name
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| Baby boy I did you a favor, so you need to let it be
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| I’m out your league, and plus you’ve never had a friend like me
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| I’m way too real it’s in my blood, and I could never be shife
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| From day one I kept it gangsta, and now I’m paying the price
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| So a nigga done think a nigga, that’s gotta run out and leave
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| It’d be best to keep your distance, 'fore I make you bleed fa real
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| I’m sick and tired of the struggle, Lord it’s gotta be a better way
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| Searching for sunshine, can’t seem to find a sunny day
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| It’s full of rain drops, falling against my window pane
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| Lord I’m so sick and tired, I need a quick way to make me some change
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| I look at my fam, and think about how much my people in debt
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| You can’t even imagine, how much I think about getting my family some wealth
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| From going to school to work and here, then off to the studio
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| Them haters be wondering why, Lil B commits to wreck every flow
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| I got’s to get a mill ticket, by any means necessary
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| Especially for my father, Isaac and my T Rose Mary
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| My brother Red, locked in the Penn they sentenced with him ten
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| Feels like it’s forever lasting, Lord when will the pain ever end
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| It’s a situation of circumstances, we fall in
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| And how well you handle the situations, makes you a man
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| I think God daily for making me, the man I am
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| And Dear God continue to guide a G, according to plan
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| Have you had a friend to look you in your eyes, and say they love you
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| While all the while your friend you thought you had, was trying to fuck you
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| Don’t get it twisted whodi, you thinking I don’t peep you
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| I’m trying to see how far you gon take it, before I stink you
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| And I’ve been giving niggas, the benefit of the doubt
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| They plan on burning a nigga, and I’m just trying to help out
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| It’s a cold cruel world, and thangs ain’t no better
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| Therefor I gotta stay focused, mashing for my cheddar
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| So whatever you do, and wherever you go in life
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| Just remember niggas is shife, and the bitches twice life
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| So I’ma keep pushing and pumping, mashing and stopping for nothing
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| Dear God thank you for showing some love, on your buddy Dougie
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| Better way, for me — 2x |