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This for all the lonely nights I used to spend by myself
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Thinking about my shawty and she¡¯s rhyming for real
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Thinking about my boo and how she hold me down
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Thinking about my niggers only riding is real.
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Some say your dreams are like check in the mail
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But you never get it, it¡¯s like you don¡¯t exist when in jail.
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But when you¡¯re wandering on the streets they¡¯re all in your face
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Only in crib and shawty say she won¡¯t ride till the end.
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Shawty writing on rims while you¡¯re writing on pen
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Said she got needs and you can¡¯t need none of them.
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You get that letter, it just happen, you just happen to flip,
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Then she¡¯s all up in your back to fuck up your bill.
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When you touch, the music stops, they¡¯re only a dick,
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They want your stories and your plans and they hear what you spit
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Peace sign and I split, one must soften the fake,
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I¡¯m done running with you, clowns, I got paper to chase.
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I¡¯m on a mission.
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(Chorus)
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Put your hands up if they hate you
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Cause you¡¯re caked up and they¡¯re broke.
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They say you ain¡¯t gonna make it, you¡¯re back against the world,
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And tell them about your dream, they laugh like it¡¯s a joke.
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Fuck them, I¡¯m on a mission.
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I¡¯m living a life you niggers know nothing about
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What you know about your sister little moving out
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Niggers you called you niggers and you¡¯re stuck in the metal
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And your baby mother riding with the niggers against you
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It was hating on jazz, on some hip hop shit,
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To the blues hit the fan, nigger, pop guy hit.
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Couple months before that, my nigger Psy got hit,
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My cousin rip that fucking door and he get life for that shit.
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My nigger bear no shooter and got life for that shit,
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Shit roll without bricks and loses life for that shit.
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If you live a hood life you gotta like what I spit,
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Late to it at least, ocean bottom is deep.
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I was raised by some mole heads who hate the police
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Ride coofies and capreese, I had them chopping for cheese.
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Told me the cause to be the boss and I got it for G
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Kept my receipt.
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(Chorus)
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Put your hands up if they hate you
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Cause you¡¯re caked up and they¡¯re broke.
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They say you ain¡¯t gonna make it, you¡¯re back against the world,
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And tell them about your dream, they laugh like it¡¯s a joke.
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Fuck them, I¡¯m on a mission.
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This for all the lonely nights I used to spend by myself
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Thinking why the fuck am I not getting no help
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Living this life you know nothing about,
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What you know about our whole district watching your house?
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What you know about going and then never come out?
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What you know about your young boy hating your spouse?
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Saying young boy you¡¯re safe from getting hit in the mouth
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Don¡¯t you know that Henessy is here watching your house?
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I¡¯m on a mission.
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(Chorus)
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Put your hands up if they hate you
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Cause you¡¯re caked up and they¡¯re broke.
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They say you ain¡¯t gonna make it, you¡¯re back against the world,
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And tell them about your dream, they laugh like it¡¯s a joke.
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Fuck them, I¡¯m on a mission.
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On A Mission
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