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Niggas stuck up in The hood tryna make it out Feds all on my ass tryna take Me out Gotta make a plan find A safer route No more real niggas Man this shit a drought I was broke had no paper Got my weight up But I stayed sharp like a shape Up Niggas ain't pass me the ball They wanna lay up Niggas left me in the Dust told me stay up Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Whether you scam Or you trap Or work a 9-5 Gotta take some chances Gotta roll the dice You might hit for that Four, five, six You might not hit at all nigga You might miss Yea I knew this one nigga Quick to burn a bridge He was hungry so he tried To hit a lick Waited for sun down He ran up in the crib He ain't make it home Got hit up in his shit Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh You'll be lucky if you Get to know the real me Real lone wolf steppin by My lonely Never lackin keep a pistol By my side Shed tears when I heard my Nigga died Shed tears man the pain I Couldn't hide Try to numb the pain so I get high Shed tears when I heard my Nigga died Try to numb the pain so I get high How the fuck we supposed To win when we set up To lose Niggas tried to hold me back Had to cut niggas loose Remember all them nights I was hungry Now young nigga living comfy Committed lot of sins that Was the old me I ain't really with the talking Gotta show me Real as they come Ain't no phony Ain't really with the talking Gotta show me Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh