[Chorus: 2X]
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If you a thug my nigga be a thug
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if you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
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if you gonna rap about it be trill about it
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and dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it
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[Verse 1]
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Comin up as a child my city was hell
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My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
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I came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 old
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But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
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she made it real easy for my sista and me
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She did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a nigga would do
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Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too
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I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot
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And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I thank my heart to sell dope
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I gives a fuck about none of you hoes
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All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors
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(shorty) and cakin these hoes
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Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
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A nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my death
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Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
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and the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
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Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay me
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Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy
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Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
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A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
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And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
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moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)
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I dun scratch my head unless it itchs
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an I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitchs
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nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why
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Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fire
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All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen
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Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol
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[Verse 3: Bohagen]
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You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul
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And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
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Waitin for the trash collector
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Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector
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They'll kill you over thirty dollars
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I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
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I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget
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Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit
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And to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par)
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while she was at the church praising the lord
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I made through amazingly unscarred
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She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god
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Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
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Bible in one hand, the other hand 9
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dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
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Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine
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[Chorus - 2X]
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Be Real
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| Trillville |
