[Hook]
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[Hook]
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This ain't bout the money, this ain't bout the deal
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This ain't bout the cars, or the hoes, or the wheels
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Think you know, but you got no idea
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How hard this is tryina hold back tears
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Tryina hold back tears, tryina hold back tears
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Ok, let's talk about my past
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Mama raised me alone without a dad
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Only 6 or 7 I imagined we was bad
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Coey got beat by every boyfriend she had
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With a stench of clothes tan fresh off our ass
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Pleading through a drawn blood leading to our past
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No wonder we couldn't sit still in class
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Till this day mama say it, never happen
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Guess it's just bullshit to me and rico imagine
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You aware I gotta ... your own son
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Honestly, mamas never asked about him once
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Never kissed him on his cheeks, never looked at him and smile
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Maybe mama don't believe that the baby's even mine
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Mama want me fight day and night just to be with him
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Maybe she hate him cause it's me that she see in him
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Had his born when she was only 17, guess we ruined mama's dreamed
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Of being home coming queen
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Sorry mama, but I never asked for this
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Not once did I asked to be your bastard kid
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Mama told me fuck rap get a job
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But if I ain't sell dope, we gonn starve
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Now I got a deal, mama treat me like a star
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And she yet to ask me how I'm doing when she calls
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Instead she tells me she want 5 new cars
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I just tell it, yes ma'am and wipe the frown off my heart
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[Hook] x 2
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This ain't bout the money, this ain't bout the deal
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This ain't bout the cars, or the hoes, or the wheels
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Think you know, but you got no idea
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How hard this is tryina hold back tears
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Tryina hold back tears, tryina hold back tears
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Say my bredda's all I have, we grew up together but we grew apart fast
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My family parts with this time didn't have
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He blamed me for all the hard shit he's happened
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I never knew why, but he hated me with a passion
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He feel neglected, he feel abandoned
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We don't get along, nah, we always clashing
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We used to be close though, don't know what happened
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I love him to death though hope he don't attack me
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Don't understand why he got so much hatred
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Brother threatened to murder me on more than one occasion
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And that shit hurts, and that shit kills me
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Feeling like my brother's gonna be the man who kills me
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Some other time, that's my nigga, that's my guy
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Whenever he's high, that's a whole another side
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Dr. Jekil mr hyde, he's a whole another guy
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And I know he mean it when I look into his eye
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I'd kill for my brother, I'd steal for my brother
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I'd die while I stand for my brother
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And that's how I feel bout my brother
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Yet still I pray I don't die by the hands of my brother
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And I have nightmares that I gotta fight him back
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To keep him from hurting me, swear I don't like that
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And I'ma keep trying, it might be a lost cause
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But I'll never let him ho, wipe the frown from my heart
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[Hook] x 2
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This ain't bout the money, this ain't bout the deal
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This ain't bout the cars, or the hoes, or the wheels
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Think you know, but you got no idea
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How hard this is tryina hold back tears
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Tryina hold back tears, tryina hold back tears.
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Hold Back Tears
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| Don Trip |
