(Verse: Crooked I)
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I'm having rob-a-nigga thoughts, like the Horseshoe
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Got all the tools in my box
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I'm a nut, missing a corkscrew
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Sittin' on my porch thinking this rapping ain't gon' happen
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Cause faggots reppin' that, like I'm the wrong nigga to pass the torch to
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Momma stressing cause her rent's due
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Can't borrow money from none of the homies, them niggas in a pitch too
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My co-connect, he got pinched too
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Andy Dufresne escaping Shawshank, the shit I been thru
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Refridgerator empty, inner anger in me simply waitin' to incubate for
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If a hater tempt me, I'mma disintegrate him quickly
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Spray the 3-80 till bullets penetrate his kidney
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Sometimes I just wanna fall asleep in the tub
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Loaded on drugs - like I was imitating Whitney
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Talk to god, just pray that he forgive me and sleep
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Depressed, I been stressed
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Awaited the world on my chest, like a bitch pressing a planet I get dressed
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On a one man mission, hopped in my bucket with a bad transmission
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My hand's itchin', yeah I'm past bitching and complaining
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And ain't trying to land in nobody's damn prison
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But I gotta take a chance - Man listen
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My pops was a magician, like David Blaine mixed with a mime
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He disappeared, didn't say a thing
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Nigga bounced out, out to Houdson or Kansas
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Now I gotta find out where this fuck nigga pants is
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Man of the house, throw on his trousers
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Nothing like a child in them pedophile browsers
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But still a child lost his innocence and a frown live where the smile did
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Snatch purses and rap verses, I was a wild kid
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Fast forward to this gun in your face
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Mouth covered in tape
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I want what's in your safe
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I want you to resist
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So I can take all my anger out on somebody who ain't got nuttin' to do with this shit
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Lord!
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(Hook: Crooked I)
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You don't know about the struggles in this bitch
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Late at night, stomach growlin'
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While you cuddle with your bitch
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And they tell me I would even go through troubles if I'm rich
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But I rather have something
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(Cause having nothing is a bitch Lord!)
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(Interlude: Crooked I)
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La La La La La
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You don't know about the struggles in this bitch (Lord!)
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La La La La La
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You don't know about the struggles in this bitch (Lord!)
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[Verse 2: Crooked I]
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God bless the child that got his own blessing
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I ain't got nothin', I wonder what God bless me
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I ain't being rich will get me stress free
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But I rather see what that do while I'm on my jetsky
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Yeah, right, I'm hungry er'night
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But I never smile, got my poker face air tight
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Down on my knees, accidentally use a profanity
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I can't even say a prayer right, I just wanna pray at nights
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I just wanna wear white T and keep my hair tight
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I just want a fair fight
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I just want a fair life
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Is that too much to ask for?
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Tell me, is that too much to ask for?
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(Hook: Crooked I)
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You don't know about the struggles in this bitch
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Late at night, stomach growlin'
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While you cuddle with your bitch
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And they tell me I would even go through troubles if I'm rich
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But I rather have something
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(Cause having nothing is a bitch Lord!)
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Struggle
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| Slaughterhouse |
