I went through the storm, through the cold and rain,
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Everything¡¯s still the same, can¡¯t show how I feel,
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Sometimes it¡¯s hard to keep real, you see, the love is a lie with the fortune and fame,
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Like the Cadillacs can on brokes, man, a million ways to make a dollar, sometimes I think about my father
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You see, my poppa was broke and my momma was young,
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Tryin¡¯ to blend in the big city, folk.
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Man, that¡¯s the definition of me, a young nigger born in wax,
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Man, that¡¯s the definition of me, a young nigger born in wax,
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Man, that¡¯s the definition of me, a young nigger born in wax, crucified in block,
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I¡¯ve been around the block once or twice, grew up around pitbull, nigger fuck trying to look nice.
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Motherfuckers got me confused up in this bitch, lot of niggers come out them shoes up in this bitch.
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When I was young I didn¡¯t have a quarter to my name,
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All my niggers was the same, I figured out who to blame.
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My father, who basically left us to death, I mislead,
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Streets got me thinking blue for red.
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Nah, I ain¡¯t gonna be one of them niggers, I¡¯m about my figures, now it¡¯s time for me to figure.
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The game out, trying to hold on my hand out,
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Them niggers see me starving and they won¡¯t let out,
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And I barely got attention at home, my insecurities had me feeling ugly and alone.
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I sing alone.
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I went through the storm, through the cold and rain,
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Everything¡¯s still the same, can¡¯t show how I feel, sometimes it¡¯s hard to keep real,
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You see, the love is a lie with the fortune and fame,
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Like the Cadillacs can on brokes, man, a million ways to make a dollar, sometimes I think about my father
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You see, my poppa was broke and my momma was young,
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Tryin¡¯ to blend in the big city, folk.
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Shit get bad when the homie start stealing,
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Shit get bad when these bitches catch feelings,
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I¡¯m all hustle, trying to get my money up,
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My niggers they plotting the scheme, they try to stig me up.
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I¡¯m getting more money that you niggers, my bad.
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If I got better cars and bros, my bad.
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Shit is sad when the homies ain¡¯t happy for you,
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Shit is sad when the whole family is hating on you.
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God will never give you some somebody,
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You suppose to have when I see you niggers mad
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And you park game up, step your car game up,
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¡®cause when these niggers is out shining you won¡¯t give a fuck.
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This song¡¯s dedicated to you jealous ass, hating ass, bitch ass niggers,
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All you money low niggers.
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Before I go let me slow violate you,
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Busta Rhymes is thevious, a classic, believe me, c¡¯mon.
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I went through the storm, through the cold and rain,
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Everything¡¯s still the same, can¡¯t show how I feel, sometimes it¡¯s hard to keep real,
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You see, the love is a lie with the fortune and fame,
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Like the Cadillacs can on brokes, man, a million ways to make a dollar, sometimes I think about my father
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You see, my poppa was broke and my momma was young,
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Tryin¡¯ to blend in the big city, folk.
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The Storm
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| Tyrese |
