| Holding back, the years
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| Thinking bout the fear, I’ve had so long
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| When somebody, hears this
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| Listen to the feeling, that’s gone
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| Ugh, turned ten G’s to a million bucks
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| Started from nothing, yeah then I came up
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| Grandma gone, but I’m still trying to hold on
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| Pockets full of big faces, baby get your roll on
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| And ain’t nobody gon' help you, when you broke nigga
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| Kanye West through the wire, with a coke nigga
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| And it’s easy for me, to make a mess dog
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| See these haters they be rolling, with they vest on
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| I put my trust in God, I ain’t got no friends
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| And bitches say they really love you, when you got ends
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| But see me, I be rolling like the polo man
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| I be solo, cause niggaz quick to take the stand
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| They say P you help the kids, but you hang with thugs
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| Just be happy, that a nigga ain’t selling drugs
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| Uh, cause ain’t nobody here perfect
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| When one of us make it, come back cause we worth it
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| Ugh, from the hood to the trap house
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| Only way to make it scrap, with thus rap out
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| My lil' brother doing time, cause the FEDs want him
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| Everyday halloween, cause them youngsters got the mask on em
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| I use my gift, call it music
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| Murdered this game, like a uzi
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| And bounce back, from the good through the bad times
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| But I ain’t tripping, did it better then the last time
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| And all my homies, locked up and incarcerated
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| Hold your head V-Glass, that one made it
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| Man I come from the streets, to the bubble
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| From the projects to the mansions, with Louis covers
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| Riding cars, with convertible doors
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| Money bags, and convertible floors
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| House filled, with butlers and maids
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| And this reality, I remember dreaming this in the 8th grade |