| I had it all before my fault, yo I had it all
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| I was rich but now I’m poor, looking for a score
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| But things don’t last forever never, whatever
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| But that I’m recalling yo! |
| When I had it all
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| I had it all,, capitals, hustle gratitude
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| Desperado, Untouchables, scrambling casual
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| Trife borough, left rap we’re stacking thorough
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| Late night, the sun up, my crew crazy come up
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| From the ashes with more dope to feed the masses
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| From Calabasas to NYC, we’re massive
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| I want the million, out of state we make the killings
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| kings, the caught me the in, now we’re chilling
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| But no feeling, those cream they got me illing
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| My paranoia, they sniff me any minute
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| My mind twisted, my whole crew they acting different
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| The ain’t the same, no love but it’s the game
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| Things changed, I think I’m going insane
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| Street fame, one time they know my name
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| The APB, I think they’re coming after me (damn)
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| My world ended, come to now we’re
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| My man said it, «you run the streets, you bound to get it»
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| And now I’m heading upstate behind the
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| I had it all before my fault, yo I had it all
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| I was rich but now I’m poor, looking for a score
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| But things don’t last forever never, whatever
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| But that I’m recalling yo! |
| When I had it all
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| A-yo, I had all the papers, caught the with the cash
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| For yo' it didn’t last, that was a past now I’m asked
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| How lil' Jack? |
| Thinking 'bout when I had it
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| But I pawned my girl’s chain and so my leather jacket
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| Dammit! |
| It seems like the walls closing in
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| Got no again, out hustling
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| Wondering, bugging, when the next money’s coming
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| I’m on the street running, it seems I’m always struggling
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| Word life! |
| Something wrong with the picture?
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| Rock-bottom hit ya, the next man get richer
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| Yo, I be the alcoholic with the bottle in the alley
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| Drowning on my sorrows, why my mama had me?
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| Cream in stacks butter leather’s on my back
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| But I’m falling through the cracks and every day same, black
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| What’s going on? |
| I want it back, word is bond
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| Never realized all the things I had 'till it’s gone
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| And all y’all out there that got a lil' something
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| Best to keep on hustling, all one day you’ll have nothing
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| Stop fronting, with the truth
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| Yo, I be living proof the brothers sleeping on the roof
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| Loosing mad ways, sometimes I don’t eat y’all
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| Thinking back on the forth, the day I had it all
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| I had it all before my fault, yo I had it all
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| I was rich but now I’m poor, looking for a score
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| But things don’t last forever never, whatever
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| But that I’m recalling yo! |
| When I had it all |