| A nigga got problems
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| Sittin' here, plottin' how to count a million dollars
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| I need houses and garages
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| Got baby mama drama, get my mama out the projects
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| Ain’t got too many options
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| So I’ma take one, double back and make a profit
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| I need houses and garages
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| Got baby mama drama, get my mama out the projects
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| I gotta get my mama out the projects
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| So it’s llamas in the projects
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| A nigga out here starving
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| This rap better work, I’m playing niggas in that garden
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| I came from that fridge with empty crates and milk cartons
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| Barely achin', walking with a 9
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| Should I shoot him down or just rob a nigga blind
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| Only head shots, never catch him in his spine
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| That’s what my block taught me, it’s a kill every time
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| That’s just the mind of a kid trying to free his mom
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| Out that two bedroom with five kids
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| Malnourished, ribs touching, man this poverty a bitch
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| So we slanging dope, ducking pigs, posted with them sticks
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| Welcome to Ohio, where we hustle to live
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| So it’s factory work
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| Or we busting down and breaking if that ain’t gon' work
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| Then we run in your crib, cig smoking like Wiz
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| One move, bump bump, put two in your wig
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| Grandma pray for our sins, hoping God forgives
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| But today is pay day, and all this broke ish gon' end
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| I swear all this broke ish gon' end
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| My baby on her last Pamper
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| And her mama on my last nerve
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| And I just lost my sneaker gig
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| So you know it’s back to the curb
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| My cousin got a bird, said he front me quarter key
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| Told him, «gimme a week, I’ll be where I need to be»
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| Now I’m penitentiary chancing on the block with my G’s
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| Trying to clock G’s to feed my family
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| And I don’t wanna do it but I’m in a tight squeeze
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| Left hand full of stones, right hand got a tight squeeze
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| On this hammer case a nigga try me
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| Cops casing the block trying to lock me
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| It’s hard here, nightmares
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| ‘Cause I don’t want my kids to grow up here
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| But it feels like a trap, all I do is trap here
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| Everyday we hoping fences, dipping on twelve
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| It’s like we running track here
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| But I gotta get this pack clear
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| Survival is the key
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| Big ass crib with garages is the dream
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| Ba-balancing flows, to balancing triple beams
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| ‘Cause I ain’t never been a problem
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| But something’s gotta give
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| ‘Cause a nigga got problems
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| Blue collar, blue, blue collar |