I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose
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But sometimes the flesh get's weak
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And i regret the decision i choose,
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But i'm not trying to sing the blues
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Cuz life goes on, remembering the verse,
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Nitty showed me the song
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Kept me calm for a minute though
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Got me mellowin juda blaze the cocoa
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But in the back of my mind i still know
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I still got a job to do, for real yo
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Give thanks for the meal, it's time to peel though
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Lick em off, soon be back to bill yo
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On the bricks side where it's real for sho
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But what's really buried deep in the mind, no one knows
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My peeps keep me grounded, so my head don't blow
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It's a struggle but the mo, i smoke the mo, my mind flow
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Losin my mind, tryin to stay high
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Everybody fuckin wit me, cuz they know i keep a pound of trees
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Cuz i gotta maintain in me
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But i'm losin my mind, tryin to stay high
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Gotta link with my b.n.c.
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[tek]
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It's the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil
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I can't knock him though, cuz we was once consider peoples
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We broke bread at the same chicks crib, two ribs
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We just roughed up gums, we just brushed up
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I burglarize my first joint playin with stack money
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Who motto was "i die for it" quote from stack money
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Head cappo, cuz shots round the big apple
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Ain't never been no punk, my guns bust directly at you
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Would of sworn he was the throughest, came threw like the prettiest
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Big boy benz, 500-s series
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Dump him for the love of money, by the root of o.j.'s
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Bout it to half smoke philly comin out the ash tray
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I didn't even know, just knew my man mr. brown
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And i've been linkin up with dunn for 3 months now
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Looked at my kiko asked him, which body cocked thee
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Returned to death stair, eye full of blood shot
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Try to block it wit a chuckel, hit that shit nigga fuck you
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Fuck him, pull my coat, just hop up on the dust too
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Like it's cool to be smokin on the rulers
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Don't hit the spliff, less until you twist the buddhas
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[steele]
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I'm losin my mind, rollin my dime
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Frame of mind, tryin to lace my weed
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That's a muthafuckin friend i don't need
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[buckshot]
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It's a shame, it's a shame, how you blamed your man
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For some shit that you been through, but you don't understand
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It's a price to pay, the price when you play the game
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If you get up in the game, get hit up in the game
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I seen niggas snitch just to come home quick
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Money came home, but he got hit
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In the bubble whip, with the system in it
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One shot, fire two, then burst
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Shit that's what happen when you thrust
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You think you comin home, but you meetin chrome
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You really thought you had the throne, cuz you was the bone
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On the block, as the bomb rock, now you
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Under a rock, so the money stop, gettin
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All the rules of the game, so you plan flop
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Niggas seein a vision, tryin to make it to the top
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[steele]
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Now i'm losin my mind, gotta take time
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If i wanna roll that weed, cuz you know i gotta roll it in the leaf
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Can't fuck with no stemi
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I'm losin my mind, smokin my dime
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On the lo lo from these
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Cuz you know them niggas lookin for me
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From some shit back from the 80's
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I'm losin my mind, fuckin wit ya niggas one time...
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Blown Away
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| Cocoa Brovaz |
