[talking]
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[Lil' Flip]
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In elementary I used crayons, even chalk
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I learned to count money before I could read and talk
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And my mama told me son, you need to shine
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I couldn't stand at the back, I had to lead the line
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I use to make good grades, but I talked in class
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In middle school I was late when I walked in class
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I the teacher ran a aron, I taught the class
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And what I didn't know, I was about to ask
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And just because I played ball, I got easy grades
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And when I turned 13, I got even fades
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Everybody wearing Air Macs, Ree's and J's
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But all my parents cared about, was B's and A's
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In high school, I picked up my pen and pad
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I had dreams, of pulling up in a Benz or Jag
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I had to get it on my own, I couldn't depend on dad
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I had to grow up too fast, but then I'm glad
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Because the stuff I know now, I wouldn't believe it
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The main goals that I set, I wouldn't achieve it
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I'd probably be locked up, or running the streets
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I'd probably wouldn't have platinum, in front of my teeth
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I'd probably still be mocking, trying to earn a dollar
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I'd probably be in the hood selling sherm or powder
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But instead, I'm making bread legal dough
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Going to church and staying away from these evil hoes
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[Chorus - 2x]
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You only got one life, you better do what you can
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Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man
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And I can't be broke so I'ma rock the crowd
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It's up to me, I gotta make my mama proud
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[Lil' Flip]
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There's a place called heaven and a place called hell
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There's a place called freedom and a place called jail
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And if you go to jail, they gone treat you bad
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Take your commissary, and beat you bad
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So I'm staying out of trouble, I'm chasing my dream
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I know you see your little boy on t.v. screens
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I'm blowing up, your little boy making it happen
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I'm not selling dope mama, I'm making it rapping
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So when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm safe
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Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case
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Like yesterday, my partner went to jail
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And he ain't coming home until he fifty seven
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He nineteen, so you do the math
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I got smart, man, I choose to rap
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So when I grow up, my kids can have a good life
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That's all I wrote, y'all have good night
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[Chorus]
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[ad-libs]
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Make Mama Proud
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Lil' Flip |