| Yeah, yeah
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| We gon' call this one Ralo Escobar
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| I named that after my son nigga
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| FamGoon
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| They said I couldn’t 'cause I never did it
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| We come and turn up in every city
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| They do this shit just to get attention
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| I do this shit just to make a living
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| Mama didn’t have none', I bought her some herion
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| Came from that bando, I bought us a condo
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| Tell 'em I want more, I need my shit pronto
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| I got off them horses and bought us a Bronco
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| Ralo slow down, I don’t think they hear you
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| You don’t live life like the average nigga
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| You get up your cheese and the rats’ll kill you
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| Don’t get in your feelings and they don’t feel you
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| Load up them choppers and they gon' feel you
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| They treat me like I’m the king of Israel
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| Look at my chain, they know that it’s real
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| I do this shit like I got a deal
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| The streets really taught me a lot
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| That’s how I got what I got
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| Remember when Breezy got shot
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| I seen him bleeding a lot
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| Y’all gon' believe me or not
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| They wanna see me without
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| Trust me, I came from that spot
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| The other rappers do not, yeah
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| I seen my lil brother kill himself
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| Is that what made me a millionaire?
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| You wouldn’t believe that we lived in there
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| After my brother got killed in there, yeah
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| My lil brother killed himself on the sofa right in front of me
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| And we still trapped out that motherfucker like ain’t none' happened
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| Trust me I came from the pain, I don’t have no one to blame
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| My lil brother blowed out his brains, I still remember the stains
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| Why do I feel I’m alone, I got a hundred niggas in my home
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| Every bitch I done fucked did me wrong, why everyone I love dead and gone?
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| They throw the ball but I never catch it
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| They send me send me bottles in every section
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| Why the fuck all of these niggas desperate?
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| How could you judge me, you never met me
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| They wouldn’t let me but now they can’t catch me
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| I got my lessons and turned into blessings
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| I wasn’t selfish, I can accept this
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| I was rebellious, treat me like Elvis
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| They gon' call me Ralo Escobar
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| I used to serve out the burglar bars
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| I used to ride in the stolen car
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| They told me Ralo the chosen boy
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| I came from them trenches, I handled my business
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| I made new beginnings, now look how I’m living
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| Look where I’m at, look what I’m building
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| My shit was empty, now I’m worth millions
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| I seen my lil brother kill himself
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| Is that what made me a millionaire?
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| You wouldn’t believe that we lived in there
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| After my brother got killed in there, yeah
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| My lil brother killed himself on the sofa right in front of me
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| And we still trapped out that motherfucker like ain’t none' happened
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| Trust me I came from the pain, trust me I came from the pain
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| Trust me I came from the pain, trust me I came from the pain
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| They gon' call me Ralo Escobar nigga
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| I did the same thing for my motherfuckin' city that he did for his country nigga
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| I did that
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| Pakistan, Simpson Road, The Bluff, Aspen
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| Y’all know what’s goin' on with me
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| Call me Ralo Escobar
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| FamGoon, let’s do it |