[talking]
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Chow time, chow time
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Everybody line up for chow, chow time
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Line up for chow, line up for chow
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[Hook x2: Z-Ro & (Lil' O)]
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I got dreams, of being a king
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(But right now, I'm living unhealthy
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Since I'm balling, as I say to myself)
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But everything ain't what it seems
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(I'm praying, asking God for some help
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When I get out, I'll be back for my wealth
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It can't rain forever)
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[Lil' O]
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But dear Lord, change the weather
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Cause these scars and these bars, make my pain make pleasure
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And I'm a long far away, from everything that I treasure
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All because, I was chasing this cheddar
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But in my dream I was a king, but nothing ever comes to a dreamer
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So I turned to a hustler, block bleeder and schemer
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Daddy noticed something different, bout my gangsta demeanor
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But he never, could just point the finger
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But now he know, cause I'm locked up now
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No more Benz with the roof, popped up now
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I do my laundry in the toilet, and it's stopped up now
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Boys think it's some pussy jacking off, when a female guard walk thru now
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My life is a shame, but nigga doing time is the price of the game
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And all this wasting time, doing nights in the bang
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Got me realizing that my life gotta change, for real
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[Hook x2]
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[Z-Ro]
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I use to have dreams, about having too much bread
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But seem like whoever stacking me, down with who bust lead
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Trying to take something from em, and I ain't having none of that
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Artillery is close by, I'ma be grabbing some of that
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If somebody was looking at me funny, I was about my money
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Acting like the world was mine, and nobody could take it from me
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Too much traffic, at my house now
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No more twenties, I moved up to pounds and soft now
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Got diamonds and gold in my mouth now, hustling hoping I can get rich
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Risking mo' than my freedom, turning a continent to a brick
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In the briefcase, nervous but tired of being a cheap skate
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Running in and out of town on the regular, with no delay
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Two hundred and seventeen thousand, dollar spot
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35,000 dollar watch, you can hear it when my collar pop
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I was a baller, balling in the mix
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With seven cell phones, now all my people calling in this bitch
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[Hook x2]
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[Bleeda]
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And Lord knows, he got to lighten up on me
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Sooner or later, it's bound to brighten up for me
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But as of now black clouds, have been above me so I'm feeling like Pac
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Trying to be calm and survive the storm, but I'm missing my block
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Sick of niggaz screaming throughout the night, wishing they'd stop
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Bitching about, if they gon get a visit or not
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When I get out it's back to the block, ain't got no time to keep
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(it can't rain forever) not on a nigga, that's designed to get it
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Only 23, with at least eighteen prior convictions
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Guess I'ma doubt trying to get it, and over ride this visit
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I've been through and through it again, troubles trials and trenches
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On the edge of reserve, riding on benches sitting in back of the court
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Reading breezing, through new bible scriptures
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Ain't no reason for Bleeda lying and kick it, but for my niggaz on lock
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That's still, filling out their grocery list
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I blaze tracks like a rapper real over a pit, when I'ma wake up
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[Hook x2]
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I know, I know
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(it can't rain forever) [x4]
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It Can't Rain 4 Ever
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| Lil' O |
