| Yeah, ooh
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| Yeah, yeah
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| That’s my brother
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| So if you crossin' him you crossin' me
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| Fuck all these hoes, please get 'em off of me
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| We from the gutter
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| Every night we ate bologna meat
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| Bitch, watch your tone 'cause ain’t no ho in me
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| They say I’m greedy
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| When I be only tryna feed the team
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| Somebody tell me who been feeding me?
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| No, I ain’t easy
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| Take all these drugs like I might OD
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| Game ain’t the same, I miss the old streets
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| Man, I miss the old streets
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| These niggas lame, they gotta show me
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| They know my name, but they don’t know me
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| Got all this pain, somebody hold me, yeah
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| So now I ball like Kobe, yeah
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| These niggas be so phony, yeah
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| They wanna be my homie, yeah
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| But I been grinding by my lonely, yeah
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| Cold winters, cold killers, and cold dinners
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| My granny trippin', her grandson the dope dealer
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| My ho trippin', no pics, it’s just business
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| Stop bitching, get out your feelings, just roll with it
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| It’s all sickening, the bills hittin', my mom’s missing
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| Pops flipping, the time’s ticking, the day’s shifting
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| I can’t fix it, move with it, just groove with it
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| Too smooth with it, I kept praying, I’m God’s gifted, yeah
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| Never change on my brothers, I’m not switchin'
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| Better not hang with no others, we not with it
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| All the opps takin' cover, got caught slippin'
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| Go spin they block with them cutters, we not missing
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| Man, I miss the old streets
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| These niggas lame, they gotta show me
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| They know my name, but they don’t know me
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| Got all this pain, somebody hold me, yeah
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| So now I ball like Kobe, yeah
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| These niggas be so phony, yeah
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| They wanna be my homie, yeah
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| But I been grinding by my lonely, yeah |