[Boondox]
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Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
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Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna' trap me
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Every night dreamin bout livin life lavish
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A watch full of karats, a candy coated Caddy
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Off the show flo', sittin on fo' Vouges
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Oak wood gear shift, ?? dash door
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Choppin on seventeen inch Enki's
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Bling bling from my mouth to my pinky
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Enough about my jewelry, grill, and my Fleetwood
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Tryna still live stable so my folks can eat good
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House sittin out on the hill to sleep good
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Livin peaceful, just like we should
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Money legal, no more sellin reefer
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No more FEDs tryna' stick me like a needle
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When it's cold outdo' come in I heat ya
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He ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya
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Bump worryin 'bout that burgular comin to creep ya
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Get trapped by alarms and the millimeter
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I'm a do or die playa for my people, follow the leader
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I'm my brotha's keeper, for real
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[Chorus-both]
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I'm a have me a big nice Caddy
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House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
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Live life happy and I'm still nappy
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Makin legal money, no FEDs tryna' trap me
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I'm a have me a big nice Caddy
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House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
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Live life happy and I'm still nappy
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Nigga, legal money, no FEDs tryna' trap me
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If you ever been broke put your hands up
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You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up
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If you ever been broke put your hands up
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You been broke put your hands up, put 'em up
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[Kalage]
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What ya know 'bout havin no dough, no coat for the winter
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Remember, we poor folk
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Most cut yolk and smoke coke, cut throats in ya dope, hoe
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Talk about they wanna 'Lac with four do's, no Vogues
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Wood kit and Momo's
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I gets Polo, pockets so swol', Jenny Craig
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Naw, Escalade hog, in the yard
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Breakin all ya folks too, belly full a soul food
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Chittlens, greens, pork chops, green beens
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Yeah I pray for that, each and every day I rap
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I rap with guard, 'cause I feel you ain't really safe with gats
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We escape slacks, the government help and welfare
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My folk cries to the Lord, ain't no help there
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We ain't have much, or less to brag about, but mo' to lose
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I ran the street, mama told me go to school
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But now I got a chance to change things and maintain
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Mo' so, I ain't gotta slang 'caine anymore
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Hell yeah boy, you really understand dirt
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Well I'm a rap if you gon' clap until your hands hurt
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I ain't the only person feel like I feel, that there live like I live
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And wanna chill, for real
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[Chorus]
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[Boondox] Now put your hands up if you're broke, folks tried
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to spoil ya
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With fried bologna sandwiches and sugar water
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[Kalage] Put ya hands up, if you feel my hurt
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Have you ever bathed with soap the size of a Cert
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[B] Don't disguise the dirt did 'cause we all know rocks
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It's the real reason furniture go to the pawn shop
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[K] 'Cause ya crackhead cuz smokin the car antennas
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[B] Understand see...
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[K] It's a junkie in every family
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[B] Them my hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin slim in 'em
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If they too big...
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[K] What you do?
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[B] Put a hem in 'em
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[K] 'Member talkin over the loud sounds when the wind blow
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'Cause the trash bag's replacin yo' car window
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[B] Man, I been poor
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[K] I been poor
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[Both] Man, we been poor!
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That's how it is in the Field, for real
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[Chorus 2x]
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Project Dreamz
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| Field Mob |
