| I always been a soldier, but I never did look for no wars
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| I walk with God, but I still receive bruises and scars
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| Everybody was shitting on me, for no reason
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| Couldn’t wait to get my money right, and finally get even
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| Remember when I pushed the canary colors, with a pocket full of lint
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| Booster cables was necessary, for everywhere I went
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| Sold dope for a minute, till my nigga start snitching
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| Guess they didn’t wanna see a nigga, get money out the kitchen
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| 'Fore my mama died (mama said), people gonna hate ya
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| Cause they can’t do what you doing, cause they women wanna date ya
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| Be ready for it, it’s gon happen all day long
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| If everybody got love for ya, you doing some’ing wrong
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| That’s why I strive to please Z-Ro, keep my money on the low
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| Cause if my friends try to get me, they gotta go
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| You can hate me all you want, cause I’ma use it for my good
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| Thanks for helping me, to make it out the hood
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| This one is to my real niggas, that hate me every single day
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| Because of you, I make the world pay
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| Ain’t got no love for nothing that got love for me, cause love ain’t live
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| They don’t love me, they love my nickels and dimes
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| Everytime I pray to God, I ask him to forgive me for all my flaws
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| But I’m paranoid, I can’t keep my pistol out my drawas
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| Seem like everytime I move, somebody watching me
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| But still I continue to pay my dues, it ain’t no stopping me
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| Till I’m satisfied, until then I’m left to ride till it’s over
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| But I travel with no passengers, you can’t ride if you ain’t doja
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| I don’t even trust myself, so where you think you stand with me
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| Fuck everybody, I feel like everybody out to get me
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| If it ain’t so, tell me why I live like this
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| Po' than a motherfuckers, but I still give like I’m rich
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| I promise trying to make it to heaven, is hard as hell
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| Especially now, when all I receive is pictures and mail
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| Motherfuckers was plotting on me, just to get me out the way
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| You them ride or die niggas, I use to fuck with everyday
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| I appreciate y’all, for turning your backs
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| Once I was alone, all my poverty turned into stacks
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| If you look me in my eyes, you will find no emotion
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| The reason why I pass my homies up, and keep on coasting
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| Cause life has been hard, and they ain’t make it no better
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| Making a mockery out of Joseph McVey, for lack of cheddar
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| But now I make the world, pay me jewels and riches
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| Remember when I gave a fuck, about you niggas and bitches
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| But when I was doing bad, I couldn’t get up out the pit’s hand
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| Couldn’t even spend the night, when I didn’t have a spot to live in
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| I barely had enough scratch, for a dime sack and a cigar
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| To the world, I was just another nothing ass nigga
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| But I made it out the ghetto, in the nick of time
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| Right before I let my Z-Ro haters, see me lose my mind
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| It’s a different ball game, now I’m in the major leagues
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| No longer have to be dreaming, just to see me play with G’s
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| I know my haters, can’t stand me
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| Cause everyday they homeboys and homegirls jam me, I’m loving it |