[Verse 1:]
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Gat the city sippin...
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We up
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Kid's going broke
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Tryna keep up with me
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I'll rather spend my life in federal custody
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But screw with this
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There's a price in this life by name nothing free
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Can't really tell you clear but I started it
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The hard living and watch Frank Matthews been on views
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My state of mind
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How could you argue with a man who rejected poverty
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And made his way from where God is business
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They say I'm wrong but we all sinners
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I just turned myself into something. Mehn!
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My paper game is God driven
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I feed babies and godwilling
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That don't justify all lives I destroyed
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It's a harsh business
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I'm just a mirror of the world as I found it
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Don't blame me we all criminal minded
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Cri... cri... cri... cri... cri... criminal minded
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Build schools not prisons
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Politicians are mindless. Mehn
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You abandon the minors and expect them not to go turn criminal minded
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[Hook:]
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Living life of crime
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Ain't no other way
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To make it out of poverty is give my hunger pay
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Never gon' change no matter my mama pray
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Rather see the grave than live a life to pain
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[Verse 2:]
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No complains
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I just played the hand that was dealt to me
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Watch my mouth
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Never know where the feds could be
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Decided early it was death as well for me
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Gotta get that cash by no paper like self degree
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Take a look
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I'm what happens when hope leaves
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What was now a friend now a dope feigned
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I don't sleep
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I'm up night
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Thinking of ways of backing out
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But I just spent a couple mill watching Mayweather Pacquiao
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Exactly how I got to this point
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Can't explain then in the workings
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How I became a feign
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Like the fees I'm used to serving
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Addicted to the power that money brings
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Used to walk with holes in my shoes
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Now I'm running things
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Over-compensation for the days I was suffering
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24 surveillance by the federal government (son of men)
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How do I sleep on a bed full of cash
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Till I'm in a grave with a federal o' max
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These narrow minded people say I'm selling 'em crack
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I'm just selling 'em hope
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A way for them to go
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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Can't let no crooked politician decide my faith
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From the bottom, the top seems so high away
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They building prisons
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I'm applied to yail (YAIL: Young Adult Independent Living)
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American dreams uh?
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I was designed to fail
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No one to blame for the choices I chose for me
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Never a choice, this all It was known to me
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But take a minute
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You look at it closer, you see
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Nowhere in Brooklyn do they grow any cold police
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That don't excuse all lives that I ruined
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But if I don't serve the fees then somebody else will move in
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Who am I fooling but I'm only human
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At least that is what I tell myself
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What am I doing
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It bothers me but not as much as poverty
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Because despite Obama's speech
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Gat to walk these gaddam streets
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Please help the minors
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Don't judge me we all criminal minded
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[Hook]
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Frank Mathews
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Shyne |