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Indeux Shabazz

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Uh let me preach my nigga 
Say we made it from the bottom 
Ain't a reach my nigga 
Could've been laid out in the 
Streets my nigga 
Or locked up no sleep my nigga 
I ain't cocky bout my path 
That's by no means 
Sugar water babies 
Tryna make it off a hoop dreams 
Poppa was preacher 
Mama was teacher 
Best of both worlds 
But I swear I had dupe dreams 
In love wit da music and
I couldn't never let da day pass 
On four way freestylin 
Till night pass All night long 
Then laugh at who flow trash 
I was dupe But cousin be da goat fam
Grew up on House party class act 
Da wood Fresh Prince Martin and 
Dem boyz n the hood
Figure one day will 
Make it out Da field
Nations Ford baby 
I just wanna stay real 

So much love in da city 
Land of da gritty Roll up and sip slow 
Til my ass get sleepy All my good ppl Done Dead and gone tryna figure out 
How I last so long It goes One two To da fo People had enough had to give em some more 
Had da dupe lumberjack with the hat To match Two dupe boys 
Sitting in a cadillac 

What happen to ya life 
It was glory hallelujah 
Now it's only money sex drugs 
Nigga Use a loser 
I was tripping I was tripping 
Never started living 
Consumed by a life 
Parallel to a prison 
Ya need to slow it down 
Ya getting played out 
Ya life been choose 
And path laid out 
Family really need ya 
And you really a believer 
Go ahead repent 
Get yo ass in da house 
To this life I won't leave 
No regrets at all 
Spent all my happy days 
Praying I never fall 
Best believe I'm a believer 
Better yet I'm a seer 
This life Only Got one judge dats all 
So I'm gone live dis bitch 
To da wheels fall off 
Only giving good vibes 
To da ppl involved
And we keep good 
Smoke in them backwood 
Good smoke in Dem backwood 

All my good ppl done 
Dead and gone 
Tryna figure out 
How I last so long 
I got 99 problems 
But a bitch ain't one 
Source giving 5 mics 
But I just need one 
We still hustle till 
The sun come up 
Crack a 40 when 
Da sun goes down 
It's a cold winter 

Shawty was good 
Swear dat she the thickest 
Baby I got all the game 
Yea da Nfl ticket 
I be all about my frankies 
Stoney Jada Pickett 
When it's time to set it off 
Need a down queen wit it 
Let's take a walk down 
Memory lane We would call it puppy love But dat shit done change 
Now them niggaz in there feelings 
It don't hit da same Shawty blew up On niggaz u use Swear was lame 
Bottle after bottle Wit da nigga Philly Jay Playing instrumentals 
Bout back in da day 
And Shawty down da street 
Bout to risk it all 
But it's kool cause her nigga 
Wasn't shit at all 
But ain't nothing like that 505 
Bobbie was fool and it hurt 
When you died So we put one in the Air for them good times 
Reminisce till Da tears dry 

All my good ppl done dead and gone 
Tryna figure out how I last so long 
Rockstar lifestyle might not make it 
Sorry Mrs Jackson 
I ain't mean to hurt ya baby 
It be the truth every time 
I Step in the booth 
And I ain't tryna run 
No game on you

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