(feat. TravMMB & Philthy Rich)
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Only still niggas gonna relate to that
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Real shit, real shit, real shit
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Hook:
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I go full of struggle daddy where's my mother?
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Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
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You got missed the warm and niggas that's my brothers
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Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
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Before a nigga snitch I would rather suffer
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Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
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I can't love the hoe, I can't be no coffin
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Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
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Was it the only kid, I was the oldest kid, I never had a bro
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No daddy home, he was never there because I had my mother
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And we had the gutter, playin' games hot pees and butter
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We played no games and it was okay for drop beans butter (see that?)
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Inside need the butter, no jelly dope (not at all)
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And we was making bread of selling blow,
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I mean a cold day before I help a hoe, PR shit
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I'm a product of what product does
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When you're making money over lot of drugs
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When you sending it that's a lot of slut
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So Lord help us, (pray for us) 'cause we .. kid (f*ck that)
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'cause when we go wrong I mean wants to blame for what Americas did (f*ck that)
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I tried to acknowledge (f*ck that), no politics
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From my position my politicians back holla tips.
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Hook:
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I go full of struggle daddy where's my mother?
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Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
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You got missed the warm and niggas that's my brothers
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Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
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Before a nigga snitch I would rather suffer
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Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
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I can't love the hoe, I can't be no coffin
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Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
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Gotta feelin' like old dog, no talkin' we true shit
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Got to let it in the kay right now, ny nigga we comin' we true shit
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Young nigga we ruthless, bust the guns is my campaign
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Get your matter for the same price champagne,
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Oh man, young nigga gotta do it to a grown man
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Crib it to a nigga win it like a grown man
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Four four, crib get the same yall
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My niggas get the problem like a pitbulll
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Phone call kill a nigga more croon,
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Hurse had it in, put it in the winter
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Yeah, money it feel my mind
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My nigga I've been on my grind
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My niggas they're coming they test me your ass like you was just fine
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[Hook:]
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I say a .. when I met pops I was a grown man when I met pops
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Streets taught a nigga everything, no father figure no steps pops
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.. when I jumped off, when I'm talking 'bout that post thing
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Nowadays they still the keys coking
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We riding round that post thing
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My old man was a dead beater
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He used to whip the coke with the .. beat
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Tried off in that tougher .. two hands on and let it hit the L
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He's older some but I ain't the jillian
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He gave us a name for my little brother
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Mom's had for other kids, wasn't roll mile to my little brothers
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He wears fifty for the mick J's, 500 for that mic kay
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He won't charge nothing for the new kays
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Been locked up for the pistol,
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Been locked up for the cocaine
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Still screaming up f*ck the other side
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Big L on my big chain
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Just feel me.
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[Hook:]
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Young N Thuggin
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| Jim Jones |
