This is ghetto reality in Texas..
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[Hook - 2x]
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You see I am what I am, and it is what it is
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You'd feel how I feel, if you been where I been
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Live what I live, see what I see
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So get out my ear, and just let me be
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[Paul Wall]
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I'm a survivor of the struggle, I lived life hard
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Single mama with half a job, I was raised by God
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No dad, the only role model I had
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Was a ounce of that white powder, in a Ziplock bag
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I don't brag about the struggles, I endured as a child
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You don't know the pain I went through, to create this smile
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I got one life to live, know I'm tal'n bout
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So I enjoy it, cause I earned everything that I got
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They hate what I got, I hear em with they cape talk
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They thinking that my life, was a cake walk
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I'm a man of principles, I live by my word
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So it's obsurred, when I hear sour words
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They gon get what they deserve, but I don't wish no harm
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What goes around comes around, so partna you been warned
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In the midst of all the trouble, I still remain calm
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Cause sunny days, will follow the storm man, just let me be
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[Hook - 2x]
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[Poppy]
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Somebody questioned, if I got the right to recite what I spit
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Cause I've never been indicted, or divided a brick
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But my life is grit, all types of crisis and shit
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I decided to risk it all, to try to slide in the mix
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And get what I can get, see I'm fighting negative bars
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I knew it wouldn't be easy, but no one said it be hard
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As it is, I mean the evil in the heart of these men
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Got me wondering, if I'll ever see the reward
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At the end of the road, it's kind of hard to remember your goals
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When you grow where, not many live to get old
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I played the cards that I was given, and never listen to those
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Who think different, cause they inner soul is bitter and cold
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I seen death, and folk get destroyed by do'
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Nevertheless I'm blessed, so your boy got hope
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I show love, to get it is a beautiful feeling
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If you hate me, then blow a dick cause it's a mutual feeling
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[Hook - 2x]
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[Slim Thug]
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All outsiders looking in, think they know where I been
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Trying to be my friend, cause of the position I'm in
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They know Slim Thug a hustler, that's destined to win
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So I guess they figured, they can hold my cotail in
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But I ain't the type to play that roll, and sell a nigga gold
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Pretend it's all cool, when I know you a hoe
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Cause you'll do it again, if you done it befo'
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It's just a matter of time, 'fore you do it some mo'
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I done witnessed all type, of snake niggaz and hoes
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From my family to my friends, to these bitches I know
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It'll surprise you, how much a lil' change bring change
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You get a couple dollas, and people ain't the same
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They quick to holla at you capping now, since you rapping now
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See them the type of folks, you need to be packing round
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Cause first time to miss em, when you passing a blunt
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They plotting up on you, trying to pull em a stunt
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[Hook - 2x]
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Am What I Am
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Paul Wall |