Hook:
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Nobody, nobody, uh
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Some niggas go to college,
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Some niggas go to jail
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Some make it into heaven,
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Uh, some make it into hell.
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Nobody want to lose,
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Nobody want to fail
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Nobody want to die,
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Nobody want to care!
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The things we do just
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Just to make it through
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Uh, nobody want to lose
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Nobody want to fail
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Nobody want to die,
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We're just trying live our life!
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Coold ass courtroom, facing the L
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Twenty four hours prior, pacing myself, asking myself.
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Is this it, is what I deserve?
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Red jump, I'm fitting like the hell wanna reserve.
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So alone feeling like the only one on the earth
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Shaka wrist, and uncle, momma looking worried, degusted
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Immediate revenge before the verdict was served
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Shoot a nigga, shit up, I don't alert in the swerve
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Talking about revenge, that's a perfect return
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These degrees gonna burn you, you gonna suffer the turn
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Backing soda in the and the' turn feathers to fur
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So these motherfucker fellow be as jealous as'
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Niggas hating, but they're begging me to sell these words
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Work! But I gotta beat these felonies first!
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Bought a brand new Benz that will never reverse
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This is never rehearsed! These amphetamines hurt!
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Hook:
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Nobody, nobody, uh
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Some niggas go to college,
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Some niggas go to jail
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Some make it into heaven,
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Uh, some make it into hell.
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Nobody want to lose,
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Nobody want to fail
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Nobody want to die,
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Nobody want to care!
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The things we do just
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Just to make it through
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Uh, nobody want to lose
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Nobody want to fail
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Nobody want to die,
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We're just trying live our life!
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Yeah, look, I got homies in the ground, skeleton and bones
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And niggas doing life, they ain't ever coming home
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They said I wouldn't make it or never see the throne
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And my baby mama hate me cause she said I did her wrong
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Cause I left to chase my dream, get it any means
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I said that I'll be back, she wasn't listening to me
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That back and forth arguing was getting in between
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I said fuck them other niggas, I go get it with my team!
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If we all grind, we all shine, fuck a part time
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I used to play the block early morning and dark time
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Now it's G5 flights, fuck a depart time
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It was hard times, nigga now it's our time!
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Just take a look at my life, rapping brought me back to life,
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Cause I was in them streets, my heart was cold as a pack of ice
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Every night we strapping like we was in Iraq to fight
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Cause niggas getting murdered for a block that do a stack at night
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Wow, I got to make it home to my son
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On 'em papers with a firm hold on his gun
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Before I snitch y'all gotta burn a hole in my tongue
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Give me a hundred years in that hole on the sun!
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And boiling water, in the world of no order
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In the hood ain't no loyalty,
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ain't no world for your daughter
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Ain't no life for your brother,
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On the life for my mother, I'mma get the fam right,
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Nigga, you damn right!
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Hook:
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Nobody, nobody, uh
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Some niggas go to college,
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Some niggas go to jail
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Some make it into heaven,
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Uh, some make it into hell.
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Nobody want to lose,
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Nobody want to fail
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Nobody want to die,
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Nobody want to care!
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The things we do just
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Just to make it through
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Uh, nobody want to lose
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Nobody want to fail
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Nobody want to die,
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We're just trying live our life!
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Uh yeah, I used to pop a lot of shit, now I keep it moderate
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These niggas know I been iced out, hopping out of shit
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Right now I'm praying for my son to get this scholarship
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A nice university, one of these black colleges.
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Far as the hood go, I acknowledge it
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But whoever ain't a snake usuall's a follower
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Luckily, I can tell a difference
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My man coming home, my other man getting sentenced.
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Soft niggas usually send the hate through the bitches
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Jealous Instagram niggas hating on your pictures
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We dream chasing, y'all niggas walking behind wishes
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Without working for it, not often you find riches.
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Some niggas find coffins others just find ditches
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Just ask around about the militia, they malicious
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D-block, finish that and cop more dope
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Uh, I'm two-stroke, you four-stroke
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If you got enough cigars we can all smoke like
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| Ain't nothing all good when you all broke |
