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I'm a product of properly hoppin' up out of that poverty
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Profitin' all for coppin' and swappin' that property out for a possible monopoly
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Try not to adopt my father's old philosophies
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Same time I'm prayin' to God that everything works out at his colonoscopy
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I'm walkin' across a suicidal tightrope intentionally
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While the demons comin' out of me
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Wifey's on the side of me talkin' sense into me
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Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, she's been sent to me
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Right there since '96, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be
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Deal with life
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This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me
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Y'all call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamy
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Targettin' my kids and babies through population and gun control
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Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more
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Make a bigot racist uncomfortable
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If y'all against talk and reparation then I'm not against the thought of separation
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While the politicians that are white and privileged ask how is this different from segregation,
that's funny bro
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The segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go
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Separation is bein' woke and goin' wherever I wanna go
[Chorus]
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Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
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All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
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You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
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But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
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Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
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All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
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You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
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But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
[Verse 2]
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Never sold dope, from the gold rope
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Wanted one though, they were so dope (Yeah)
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Was a have-not (Yeah) 'cause my pockets (Uh)
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Didn't have knots, I was so broke
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On my last rock, for my slingshot
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Better haul ass, don't be no slow poke (Nope)
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Through the tall grass, run your ass off (Yeah)
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Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence post
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Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it's 'bout to fuzz
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Like a lint roller they wait 'til it's late, they will tiptoe
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Through your living room window
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Take your Nintendo and then skate
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Making you feel like you got bent over and raped
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Little boy, you're never gonna get no rope chain
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Get your shit stole, and your lip swole, I became bitter
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As I got a little bit older, my hate
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Was making me get cold, and began to get a chipped shoulder
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Started to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid row
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But I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escaped
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Then I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizo
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Thought my name was B-side 'cause they flipped over my tape
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And I won't hesitate
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To get 'em all bent so outta shape
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Oh shit bro, hold up, wait
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I just tripped over my cape (Superman)
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And I'm not gonna let 'em treat the paper like I'm chopping a letter
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Dre'll tell you how I shred
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So when you refer to the guy next to the doc, you meant shredder
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Now the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, I
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Got several bounties from feds in every county
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I'm with a gal at a Checkers wiling
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Bumping "Fuck Da Police" while I fed her Rally's
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This shit is like Romper Room
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Why do I feel responsible for these kids?
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All of whom I'm a father to
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I'm a God to you, y'all better worship the water I walk on
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Or y'all gonna meet your Waterloo
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I get to flippin' the mic' as a murder weapon
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I'm poppin' an extra clip, then cock and shoot, then I'm popping
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Do not let me catch you slippin'
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I will pop up and I'll take a spot from you
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I'll get to doing what a leaky faucet do
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But I ain't talkin' drip when I say that I'll get the drop on you
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Singin' fuck all of you in Autotune
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I am too volatile and too grizzly to bear
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Yeah, shit is gettin' to where I can barely even sit in a chair
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I bust my ass for this shit and I swear
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It ain't even worth dissing someone so offbeat
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That they can't even figure out where their words
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Should hit the kick and the snare
[Chorus]
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Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
A#m Fm A#m
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
A#m Fm A#m
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
A#m Fm A#m
But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
A#m Fm A#m
Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
A#m Fm A#m
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
A#m Fm A#m
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
A#m Fm A#m
But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
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