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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Mama told me to
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stay away from them nig gas
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Mama told me she had a K
for them niggas
Mama told me she go to pay
for them niggas
But my grandmother told me
that she would pray for them niggas
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They just young black and ignorant lusting
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over models and them Benjamins
Verse 2
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Got the game twisted
(like what?) licorice
When I was rocking lottos moving
packs up on McDonalds
She was looking for me,
pulled up in that old El Dorado
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I was running around with Chase,
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chasing new black wheels
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Why would I do that still?
That's what got 2Pac killed
But I use that still 'cause
I won't do that deal
Screw the muzzle in potatoes
of that new Mac Mill
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What did I learn? Nothing,
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my papa smoking sure and bluffin'
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Beating on my moms like her head
was a percussion
Tat- tat my four five knocking
on your window
She said there would be
days like this
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Pharrell, drop the instru mental
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Yes sir
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Verse 3
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[Chorus: x2]
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I know I must go and I
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don't know my way
Still somehow I know I'll end up
where we all came from
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(From my mama's womb)
Verse 4
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Crack a Swisher, crack the fifther
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Hennessy pouring like Niagara Falls
Used to watch Magic,
he showed me how to ball
Mom's working late night,
to get a plate right
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Had some older brothers,
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all we did was smoke and play- fight
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Wish I could go back to them days
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'cause street s don't play right
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Some niggas hard,
other niggas was the Kid 'N' Play type
But that didn't stop me from pretending
I was Apollo from Rocky
Working on my dip- game,
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now nobody wanna box me
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Pick and choose, stick and move
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So many dudes ended up with sleeping
bags on late- night news
But not my mama's son,
going around the hood for serving customers
She yapping in my ear,
but it's louder than the muffler
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What I didn't listen to,
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I wish I would've trusted her
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Wish I had a shovel,
be digging both of my brothers up
Like, "Here hug em ma,
one last time"
Put a chain on both of them niggas,
they get one last shine
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Verse 6
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[Chorus]
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Put
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your block down,
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recognize a king 'cause it's my town
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Word to my mother you can
throw up your rock now
Got off the beef shit 'cause I ain't tryna
see my mama in all- black
Right there, crying over hard facts
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Now she gotta turn in all her cars
and get her house back
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Never, she carried me for nine months
so she can have whatever
Clever, she taught me how to shoot
Berettas, told me that I'd be a king
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So R.I.P. to Coretta, if you don't
understand that
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Then refer to my letter, while I sprinkle
Niggas with platinum, from my last album
Got the check,
so I signed on the X like Malcolm
Riding through the hood,
you hating niggas like, "How come?"
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That niggas Game got it,
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heard he selling talcum
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Either way, playboy, check it,
this is the outcome
You might not like it,
but my mama psychic
Why you niggas twisted like
the top of a sidekick?
Outro 1
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