No matter cause for listen, no matter what you should blame,
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Got these niggers from the hood with past force and gold chains.
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I guess I am, blame me for being a real nigger,
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Teach you niggers how to be loyal, you guess I¡¯m a father figure.
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I¡¯m doing classic issues on my sessions, my home is like an escape, don¡¯t recognize the blessings.
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Me and my idols but the feeling ain¡¯t the same,
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I guess it all change, ¡®cause now we both buy the same things.
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I hear them haters lie, I hear them and they¡¯re close,
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But they¡¯re just mad, ¡®cause they ain¡¯t got twenty dollars for a bag of dope.
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They¡¯re just mad because I¡¯m getting money and the ass dope,
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But imma take this hundred dollar bill and shove it in their throat.
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That¡¯s what you want and now you got it,
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I was broke but still let no nigger go up in my pockets.
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I know so many rappers will put change on my brain,
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¡®cause I came in this shit, like F what a nigger thinking.
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And imma leave all this shit like F what a nigger thinking,
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Came in this world by myself and imma die alone.
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Shooting at the king with my paper made fire on
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And imma write it to the checking tiles go. Pause.
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At matter of cause, fool listen, no matter what you should blame,
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Got these niggers from the hood with past force and gold chains,
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I guess I am.
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These rappers are making the real fast crime,
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Put you in the songs, they are really outlived.
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And when you get to know ¡®em, the boys is close,
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Made it this far without your feature, I don¡¯t need your shit, no.
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It¡¯s hard celebrating success when you got chicks trying to get you at charged on your left.
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And you got niggers on your right trying to steal your brain,
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Just make a nigger wish that he was dead.
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Flying on jets left and right, but I¡¯m scared out to see what happened to our latest flight.
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¡®cause you was in a pride and I made mines,
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Killing verses left and right, I should be doing time.
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I know they hear me, they just got wax in their ears, I¡¯m a thread to my peers
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¡®till you stop me, ¡®cause I ain¡¯t leaving, long as I keep this paper made pen bleeding.
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Blame Me
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Lil Chuckee |