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| As I walk through the | |
| I take a | |
| And realize there's | |
| Cause I've been blasting and | |
| That even my momma thinks that | |
| But I ain't never | |
| Me be treated | |
| you know that's | |
| You betta watch how ya talking and | |
| Or you and your homies might be | |
| I really hate to trip | |
| As they croak, I see myself | |
| Fool, I'm the kinda g that little homie's | |
| On my knees in the night, saying | |
| We've been spending most our lives | |
| Look at the situation | |
| I can't live a normal life | |
| So I gotta be down with | |
| Too much | |
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| got me chasing dreams. I'm an educated | |
| Got my ten in my hand and a | |
| I'm a locked out gangsta, set tripping banger, and my homies are down so | |
| Fool, death aint nothing but a | |
| I'm living life do or die, | |
| I'm twenty-three now, will I ever live to | |
| The way things is going | |
| Tell me why are we | |
| That the ones we hurt | |
| We've been spending most our lives | |
| Power in the money, | |
| Minute after minute | |
| Everybody's running, but half of them aint looking, It's going on in the kitchen but | |
| They say I gotta learn but | |
| If they can't understand it, how can | |
| I guess they can't, | |
| I guess they front, that's why I know my life is | |
| Foo! We've been spending most our lives | |
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