EIHT:
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We sending this one out right here
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To all the young thug and young hustlers out there
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You know I'm sayin', grown up with their moms strugglin'
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In the hood yo' I'm sayin', ya know how it is
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Trying to keep it tight, you know I'm sayin'
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Geah
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Born and raised a black youth, no happy days
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My moms and pops went they separate ways
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Now she solo with half the dough, and three kids
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No house, a damn tight situation we in
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Hit the streets to look for work and pay
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So her kids can have it better than she had one day
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Try to teach me some rules, "Get A's in school
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Keep your head up high and don't run with the fools"
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That was the lesson, always listen to moms
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Bible she totin, always quotin from Psalms
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Young but I'm knowin' the right thang to do
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Know the things to say when times is blue
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Times is hard and really unfortunate
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I'm young and I really don't like the shit
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But I dream nice things when I sleep at night
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When I grow up I'll make everything alright
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Sing
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SOULTRE':
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I know it's hard sometimes
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But if you can make a way, you need to hold up
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I know a better way
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And if you can wait today it'll be alright...
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EIHT:
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Now I'm 15, my life done hit a split screen
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What used to be a good kid struck a bad gene
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Bad dreams, young thugs and crime scenes
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Skip school, saggin' my jeans and blow green
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My moms don't know where I get the shit from
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If you keep trippin' you know the outcome
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Laid up somewhere, or in jail
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Makin' collect calls tryin' to make bail
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Hell, and you know how I struggle for the cheddar
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Before I give it away better get it together
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My guilty conscience sayin' not no listen
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The other have tellin' me, keep a good intention
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Aw shit, a nigga need a mind of his own
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Too much to deal with, I really don't feel shit
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Young thug ready to take on the world
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Who made my life take such a twirl
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C'mon
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Chorus...
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Now my situation's changed, no chains remain
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Now I try to check out the game and cause pain
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Long live the days of homeboys and straps
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Gang of tombstones for the ones that caught caps
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Make snaps off raps, reminiscin' of days
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Good part is shot up while 'More Bounce' plays
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Missin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the future
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Keep my hands on my heat cause niggas might shoot ya
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Rob a nigga blind, just like Stevie
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I used to do the same when a nigga was greedy
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But my come-up was wrong, flipped it, now it's strong
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Now I clocks snaps, keep the street shit in my songs
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Trying to make it up on a stage from doin' a bid
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Trying to make a better way like she did for my kids
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Right now watch out, keep my nose to the grind
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Yeah boy, this world is mine
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Geah
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Chorus...
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Hold Up
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| MC Eiht |
