| How I keep from going under?
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| It’s like a jungle outside
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| Sometimes I wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| We scream, «Black Lives Matter,"but we still toting ladders
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| Watching our own brothers trying to get at us
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| Dreams get shattered when a scene full of crackers
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| And they charge you with some shit you ain’t do
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| You like what happen
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| We go get lawyers to say shit, we don’t know how to talk
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| They told us to hate each other before we learn how to walk
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| Momma taught you how to fight, fight, before she taught you how to write, write
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| And daddy locked down in the cell, can’t kiss you night, night
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| Ma, she’s under the bed every night, feel like it’s fright night
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| Coke fumes in the air, mama holding on that pipe tight
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| And you catching contact, but never mind that
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| In a world where Black is wrong and white right
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| It’s like a combat, we go to war for our freedom, they say we equal
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| I used to wanna play like Randall and be an Eagle
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| I used to play the quarterback, my dog would go receiver
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| That was 'til ball got flat by a dope needle on the pavement
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| It’s amazing, this environment we was raised in
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| On them papers, one mistake and getting caged in
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| You gotta feel me, feel like the system trying to kill me
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| Got arrested and the charges F1 for popping wheelies, stay woke
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| It was designed for us to fail
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| Still prevail through the hell
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| Though it was designed for us to lose
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| To make it through nothing’s impossible
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| Believe it we’re still undefeated
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| Picture me ten years younger with some tats on my face
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| Taking a bunch of Xannys with the strap on my waist
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| Pointing at the camera like mama ain’t teach me manners
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| Moving a little rock like I’m heading to Alabama, no, wait
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| I can’t judge them, I’m just trying to understand them
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| Cause I used to pop Percs, pouring purple in my Phantom
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| Had me swerving in my Phantom like I’m running from my dreams
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| I was heading for the slammer, I was planting all the seed for them to bury me
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| I had my whole family mad at me
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| Feel deep in love with the game and it married me
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| Judge said, «I'll give you a chance, just don’t embarrass me»
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| Motivating these little niggas is like a charity
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| Community service even though they knew we was working
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| They did this to me on purpose, 'cause I ain’t moving too perfect
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| I stay away from them clowns, watch how I move through the surface
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| Cause they be weighing you down, even some of them dudes in your circle
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| It was designed for us to fail
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| Still prevail through the hell
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| Though it was designed for us to lose
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| Nothing, nothing, nothing’s impossible
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| Believe it, we’re still undefeated
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| How can I pledge allegiance to the flag
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| When they killing all our sons all our dads?
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| I come from a place
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| When you kill your own brother you can brag
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| Like he got bodies, but that’s a fad, no, that’s a fact
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| I’m screaming out at your corner, nigga, that’s a trap
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| Screaming out, that’s your homie, nigga, that’s a rack
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| Catch a case with him, bet he crack
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| Odds against you and they double stack stay woke
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| Bought my mama a new crib, that’s some gangster shit
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| Niece and nephews walking around wearing minks and shit
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| Keep the hood motivated, this the thanks I get
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| Try to Ja Rule the kid on some Wanksta shit
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| But that’s impossible 'cause I’m unstoppable
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| The label can’t drop me, nigga, I’m too valuable
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| You thought I would lose but I won and that bothered you
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| Still move around in Philly just like the mobsters do
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| When I talked to Em and Hov, they said, «I'm proud of you
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| You stood tall when everyone doubted you»
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| My reply is, «I do what I gotta do
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| And I need that verse before you retire too»
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| Jumping all the obstacles, I’m way too wavy
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| Said I would lose but you way too crazy
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| Pick and choose either fame or the money fame will make you crazy
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| And the money will make them bad bitches say, «Thank you, baby»
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| You’re welcome |