(Girls singing chorus X2)
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Out there, (out there, out there)
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In the street you know, (in the street you know)
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I'm strugglin', (strugglin')
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Trying to survive...
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(Verse 1)
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People feeling my pain, a mental bond shared
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Been through so many struggles only to persevere
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Remember when we hustled, knowing the 1st was near
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That's when that money doubled, then we purchased gear
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Now was it worth my trouble? It was my first career
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The only life I knew, there's no regrets or fears
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Yo son I reminisce this ghetto life and shed a tear
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For my niggas who walkin' up heaven stairs
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I met men in penitentiaries
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Who been down so long they barely miss the street
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If you real hold your own son, lay your law
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My inner visions are revealed so I say no more
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My man said it ain't a game so I play no more
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Whether you rap or bust gats, lay your law
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Fuck that, If you touch crack save up, your story
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Can be reduced to jail suits and war stories
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Keep the way my pen speaks words my mouth envy
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I'm hoping holy water could cleanse me
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D's wanted to apprehend me
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If I affected your life in any way trife
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When I was doing crime forgive me
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(Chorus X2)
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(Verse 2)
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Exquisitely I write
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Tales of hand to hand sales which cause three to life
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When all else fails some people seek Jesus Christ
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Some relax to the seductive mystique of the pipe
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And be back inside the same cell they left
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It's sort of like hell or death
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Except we still here breathin' in the flesh receiving respect
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Yet, being stressed cus we threats to society
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Solutions are real, problems are in varieties
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I try to be, thinking of ways to get paid
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My realness engraved from the cradle to the grave
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Mega, thug for ever
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My departure from drugs could never
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Sever what I learned, or respect I earned
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Yo my status alone surpasses your own
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Known for blastin' my chrome
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And have on my own
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Niggas fradulent, I wish there was a law against
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The sort of shit these rappers talk and never even thought exist
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When I was young I used to, huslte for Jordan kicks
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As I matured I did it for a brick
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Be cautionious the price is up and down like the New York Knicks
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I got O.G. respect and a new four fifth, cus...
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(Chorus X3)
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The True Meaning
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Cormega |