[Verse 1]
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Call this bitch yor nigga when time is rough
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I lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluff
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You think its hell where you at
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Shit its hell on the streets
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You maintaining in the Bing, I'm surviving to eat
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Don't think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff
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Thinking I'm lost laying down
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Sex for trips and stuff
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I'll admit it I'm use to the finer things,
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We had major names even on the minor things
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Everywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me up
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You know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucks
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But I wish you were spreading it riding it rough
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I think I miss that more then you buying me stuff
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Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me
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And those nigga's you stuck, they throwing dollars at me
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But you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it real
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Holding you down until you back on the field
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[Chorus 2x]
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Feels like I do
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I feel when feeling down
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In the ground feeling down
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It can be most anyday
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[Verse 2]
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Don't worry 'bout these streets I'm conrolling these grounds
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I might slip and miss a V-I but I'm holding it down
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Got the kids to take care its hard out here
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And its tearing my heart to play my part out here
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I seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 years
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And your bid make me feel like I got the chair
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But ain't nobody tapping this I rather tap my own
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Watching tapes we made while I'm resting alone
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Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome
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What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone
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Me without you is like a stickman without a silencer
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Got me X-ing off days on the calendar
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I miss loading the glock so you could control the block
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I miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lock
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Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o
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You get your weight up I'm a drain you once they let go
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Chorus
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[Verse 3]
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I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulder
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Letting bitches know they wishes to have you are over
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So you ring your broads while you locked away
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I know its hard for a nigga on top not to play
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See Amil's the one you kept draped in ice
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I'm the one waiting silk down caked in spice
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Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate
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Hoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weight
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I fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brands
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From a six and a mansion to beating the sands
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Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take
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All-savage and stuff
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Have a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touch
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Fear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutch
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Chopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low key
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A minute then heist and stuff
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If I have to wait while you gone I'm a take what comes
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If you don't see cash, know its hard in the slums
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Cause I ran through the stash and it ain't no funds
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Anyday
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| Amil |
