(Intro)
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Living proof my nigga
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Yea
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Yea
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Kurupt
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It¡¯s Youngin, this real rap
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Trap, trap, trap
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Look, I remember waitin on the 1st and 15th for some food stamps
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And if you didn¡¯t had J¡¯s went in the cool camp
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Me and Murda went to Graystood Elementary
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We was thuggin young, bangin on our enemies
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Granny raised me nigga but I took care of myself
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Way back when I had to hug my father through a cell
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And I respect for tryna feed a nigga
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But it wasn¡¯t easy growin up without no father figure
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But I love him, when he came home I jumped into his arms
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And I hugged him, and some tears fell down
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He asked what¡¯s wrong and I said nothing
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I still remember my granny telling me Yungin get the dough
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When I opened it was my father standing there with some locals
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Haha, with a Jerry curl
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One of the best days of my life nigga
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Yea, uh, look
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And I ain¡¯t never been that nigga on that tough act
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It¡¯s NY City, any nigga can get busted
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And nowadays the OG¡¯s don¡¯t get respect no mo
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Young nigga strapped up, won¡¯t hesitate to let him blow
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Niggas got a problem with you, they won¡¯t even let you know
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Be all up in yo face nigga
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Real one to poke a hoe
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Yea, so if you hatin on a nigga
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There¡¯s something I have to let you know nigga
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Look
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(Hook)
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Even though you hatin on a nigga
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I be wishin for the best for you nigga
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I am no hater, I ain¡¯t hatin on no nigga
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So I just pray for you hatin ass niggas
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Nah, it¡¯s consensual with elephants and monesters
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I¡¯m smashin through the hood with all my little youngsters
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My big homie, taught me bout the way of life
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Heavy back accounts and now slide it twice
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When my mama passed, my life crashed
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Head on collision and then my mind collapsed
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I¡¯m thinking bout coca sacks, Cadillacs
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Quarter sacks, doin about 100 racks
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I told er mama look, one day I¡¯ll get it
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I got the hood behind me mama and they all with it
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Yall niggas gimmicks, I¡¯m livin proof
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See I really lived it, in and out the booth
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I¡¯m bout to get this can nigga out the business
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I love all my hoes, can¡¯t live without the bitches
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And yea them still
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No matter what and how I feel
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Money motivation, get it close and bang the pavement
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The party crazy, gang affiliates about to some chasin
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Money boys love the hood, bless the natures and the Matrix
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I could make you hate the way you take it ¡®cause you niggas fake it
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Yea, you niggas fake it
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And a nigga like me, I can¡¯t take it
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My thought process, I am thoughtless
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And it¡¯s like time, I¡¯m living thoughtless
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All these years that I¡¯ve fought stress
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To get me this note and this sport tress
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Whirlpool go tacks
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Bitch nigga, bitch nigga
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(Hook)
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Even though you hatin on a nigga
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I be wishin for the best for you nigga
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I am no hater, I ain¡¯t hatin on no nigga
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So I just pray for you hatin ass niggas
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Kill It
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| Kurupt |
