| This for all my real niggas out there that never got to see another day.
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| All my niggas out there still in the struggle, still tryna make it out,
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| this for y’all
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| If I can make it through the night
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| Another collar, another dollar
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| Life’s short but we live it cause we gotta
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| Another day, another blessing for a scholar
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| School of Hard Knocks, just reppin' my alma mater
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| That was back when I ain’t have shit
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| God on my shoulder with the Devil on the ad-libs
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| Had to think some decisions through
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| When times hard, who the fuck you gon' listen to?
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| Toilet by the bunk, put you in a different mood
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| Locked up, Thanksgiving eatin' prison food
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| Back on the ropes, won’t see a nigga budge
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| No bail for a felon so you gotta see the judge
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| They used to call us all lost niggas
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| Had the same dreams to make it 'til we lost niggas
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| Some was married to the game, I divorced quicker
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| But I can’t judge, one day I’ll see the lord with you
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| I’m feeling like I have my fate on the line
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| Heading closer to the exit sign
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| If I can make it through the night
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| This game ain’t ever been no friend of mine
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| I’m just tryna make most of my life, my life
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| If I can make it through the night
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| If I can make it through the night
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| If I can make it through the night
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| Yeah I’m just tryna make it (HA-HAAAAAAAAH)
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| Note from the marshall, you can’t even borrow
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| And it’s sad cause they comin' with the padlock tomorrow
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| And for you to blame the world, gotta blame yourself too
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| Cause everybody feel you but nobody can help you
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| Bad thought get in your head, then you loop it
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| Stress build up then you do somethin' stupid
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| Put a mountain in front of you, you just try to move it
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| Count on one hand the couple niggas you cool with
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| Either they ain’t pickin' up or they ain’t got it
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| You learn the hard way when your actions are idiotic
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| Product of your environment, and you’re the product
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| Home invasions, niggas is gettin' tied up
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| This is goin' through your head while you’re in the bullpen
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| Backed into the spot but you should’ve pulled in
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| First nigga move and you’re on him
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| But you’re really prayin' for a R&R in the morning
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| I’m feeling like I have my fate on the line
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| Heading closer to the exit sign
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| If I can make it through the night
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| This game ain’t ever been no friend of mine
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| I’m just tryna make most of my life, my life
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| If I can make it through the night
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| If I can make it through the night
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| They say tomorrow ain’t promised, most nights I ain’t want it to be
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| Nah a nigga couldn’t front it to me
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| Too many nights for dinner I just ate an uncomfortable sleep
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| Had to open up the oven for heat
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| I was a born loser, thoughts of a sinner
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| Only made it out cause I fought like a winner
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| Threats all my life, I’m good, was all talk though
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| Death around the corner, all you gotta do is walk slow
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| Land of the haves and have-nots
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| Gun tucked, better to have it than to not
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| Try to make it out but crabs are in the lot
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| That’ll plot, so if you take a stab you’ll get shot
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| Look, I’m just proof a couple niggas said a prayer for me
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| Wasn’t fair for me, God had to bear with me
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| Nothin' to live for, didn’t have a care with me
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| Suicidal, had my mama sheddin' tears for me
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| Cause my son might need me
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| Life is hard but dyin' is easy
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| I thank God every day that I awake
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| I avoid another funeral, a homi' or a wake
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| I escape from niggas that lived through it
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| Better days ahead, we just gotta get to it
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| I’m feeling like I have my fate on the line
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| Heading closer to the exit sign
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| If I can make it through the night
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| This game ain’t ever been no friend of mine
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| I’m just tryna make most of my life, my life
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| If I can make it through the night
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| If I can make it through the night |