I got money, I got fame, I got houses, cars, stupid shit
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Thought everything would be alright
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Thought I'd do something for my moms
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I'm telling you, I love you mom
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I love you baby
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Eryn Cierra, I love you
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Ha ha, I hate the way I live
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I hate the way, I hate it, I hate it
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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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Niggaz close to me too scared to let me fly
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Niggaz close to me ain't scared to let me die
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What I'm ridin for, ain't nobody fightin for, ya heard me?
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I hate the way I live, I hate the way I live (c'mon, c'mon)
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[Mr. Serv-On]
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Niggaz act like we was close
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I could see it in they eyes, what we had went up in smoke
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We used to laugh and joke
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When money was small, time to change
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I thought everybody would ball, thought if I could call back our life
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I guess the bad times when we was broke and down to fight
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I'm back to back, pass me a strap, but I feel assed out
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It's like I'm the only nigga screamin for the poor niggas down south
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The rain seem to cover my tears
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I remember the days stealin out of Sears
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How am I ever anticipated by bitches killin niggas doing time
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And gang related, somebody feel my pain
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I thought I'd change, thought I had so much to give
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I made a little money, but I hate the way I live
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I hate the way I live, c'mon
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Chorus 2X
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[Mr. Serv-On]
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See my life
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If it was a book I'd tell my homies turn back the page
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Cause it be like I'm a little child
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walking in a man's body lookin for a better age
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Cause when I was two I lost my pops and I ain't know what to do
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I know what they put my moms through,
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working her fingers to the bone
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It was like she was stabbin at her head stone
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Get home alone, trying to become a man in this fuckin killers world
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And I look up now I'm a father with two girls
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what should I do (I love them both)
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Hope last, but then I look at the past
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See how many niggas fell down
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And now I'm sayin damn I could scream for a town
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I'll always be rowdy, and I'm always ready to ride
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But I put this tank on my chest
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and I'll tell you niggas I ain't scared to die
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When I write about it, lot of niggaz read about it, y'all dream about it
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What up, y'all niggaz can't fuck with what I stand for
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I'm a nigga that'll live this game,
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nigga what you ride for, I know what I'd die for
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And when the time come nigga I'm a be my mama's son
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And I'm a blast till there ain't no more, c'mon
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Chorus 2X
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[Mr. Serv-On]
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I sit back and I watch women, y'all hooked on crack
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And then I say god damn that makes me wanna just pull my strap
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Get em, get em! The fool out there that's sellin it to em
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They pregnant with a baby
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I see em through it, I don't and I go crazy if it was my lady
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I gotta look back, that's the way life is in these streets
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Look back then one day you standing up
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And one day it'll knock you off your feet
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You got tags on em, I get back and I sit back,
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(what's my name?) You see I'm Serv-On
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But the thangs gon' change my fame, maybe if you know my name
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It's better than what I can
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That's why I try to shield some of these people
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You gotta be what only God let you
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But then at the same time I'ma be a +Devil+ and get with the +Advocate+
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Take it to another level, that's my game, that's my style
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You'll never understand what it means to be a father of the child
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Ya'll just full of hate, I look back and try to escape
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Deep into my dreams, (I hate it) but this is the way it is
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I've been a fiend, I've been one
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C'mon
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Chorus 2X
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I Hate the Way I Live
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| Mr. Serv-On |
