Yeah, uh!
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I got that work, fuck Labor Day,
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Just bought a gun, fuck punching in!
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Throwing rocks, no hopscotch
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Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot. Bang!
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Last night it was a dream, this morning a fantasy,
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Back when the only fan I had was a fiend, aha, aha
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Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
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To get help from the store camera, they always in my cornea
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But it's cool I've been catching on to their formula
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See I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll kill for,
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Then rewind my ..., then unroll my...
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The bad guy never once been a hoes' hero! He get zero!
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I said nada, bitch pass the karma, oh, oh, oh, yeah!
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How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
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I'm a product of a real nigga
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La-la-la familia, real nigga!
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Get confronted by a real nigga
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Fuck with one of my real niggas
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It's on like night fall, some time gotta ball
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How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
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It's on like night fall, some time gotta ball
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How'd it feel to be a real nigga
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My whole life I've been a real nigga
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La-la familia, real nigga
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Get confronted by a real nigga
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Fuck with one of my, real niggas
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It's on like night fall, some time gotta ball
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How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
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Hook:
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I done jumped off my ass,
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Hit the lick and barely pass
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But I quickly got the balling.
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2012 ain't really happen,
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So I guess it's back to trapping
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Eyes open night to morning
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Had roaches in my cereal,
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My uncle stole my stereo
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My grandma can't control him!
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But, oh, oh, uh, uh
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Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga!
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But, oh, oh, uh, uh
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Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga
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But, oh, oh, uh, uh
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Meet Glock clock familia, yeah!
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Find a nigga realer than me, my socks stink
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Eat so much pussy that my mustache pink
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Strapping, my pants seam, no need for a belt
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Gangsta lean help, hoodie on backwards
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With the eyes cut out
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My hate felt, my 45 elder,
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Poetry's deep
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I never fail ya, Schoolboy bust flame
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Orange-yellow, higher than ...
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Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers,
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Seen my uncle steal from his mother,
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Now that's the money that I'm talking about!
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Think about it, the smoker ain't got shit
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And every day he still get a hit
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Whether jacking radio's or sucking dick.
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Sell his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips
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Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix,
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Didn't take much to get me convinced,
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Coincidence that I ain't fucking with work
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Now let's re-rewind it, answer my church
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Times getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt.
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Around the same time all you niggas was on purp
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My sober ass was snatching her purse,
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Make the ice cream truck freeze
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Give me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and cheese!
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Do some many Lucas in his eyes before I leave
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The cops will never get the leak, grandma taught me well
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And my uncle gun was the accessories,
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2011 sipping plus a robbery, yeah!
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But this little Piggy went to market,
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This little Piggy carry chrome
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Hook:
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I done jumped off my ass,
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Hit the lick and barely pass
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But I quickly got the balling.
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2012 ain't really happen,
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So I guess it's back to trapping
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Eyes open night to morning
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Had roaches in my cereal,
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My uncle stole my stereo
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My grandma can't control him!
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But, oh, oh, uh, uh
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Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga!
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But, oh, oh, uh, uh
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Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga
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But, oh, oh, uh, uh
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Meet Glock Clock familia, yeah!
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Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more
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She always got me things that we couldn't afford.
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The new J's and Tommy Hill in my drawers
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Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64,
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The Golden Eye was away at war
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We wasn't thinking of getting money then
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Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his Benz
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Cause he been tripping now,
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He sweats a lot and slimming down
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I also notice moms be locking doors when he around.
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But anyways, he wife done left him and now he living with us
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My bike is missing, grandma light a hotter chick every month
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My uncle's nuts, he used to give me whisky to piss in cups
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Knocking on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a rush
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I gave it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it
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Moms used to tell me like, 'nigga, know who you dealing with!'
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Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways
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Rat-Tone my niggas' brother showed me my first K, oh
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I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back,
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He called us over like, 'Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
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We're like, 'Damn, nigga!'
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Then again, Hey, yeah,
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We're like, 'Damn, nigga!'
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Hearing him say cause turned us to a fan, nigga
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Later on he got locked so know we're taking his fades
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Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page
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Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma would help
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She should've never left her gun on the shelf
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But this little Piggy went to market,
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This little Piggy carry chrome
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Hook:
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I done jumped off my ass,
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Hit the lick and barely pass
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But I quickly got the balling.
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2012 ain't really happened,
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So I guess it's back to trapping
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Eyes open night to morning
|
Had roaches in my cereal,
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My uncle stole my stereo
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My grandma can't control him!
|
But, oh, oh, uh, uh
|
Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga!
|
But, oh, oh, uh, uh
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Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga
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But, oh, oh, uh, uh
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Meet Glock clock familia, yeah!
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Hoover Street
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| Schoolboy Q |
