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Just A n*gga
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G Herbo
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You know, my mama live in a million dollar home and my sister, she still in high school She just got suspended for fighting two white boys when they called her a n***a You know, we— I thought we— sh*t, got away from this sh*t going on in the inner city, you know, for a better life My first time getting arrested or any encounter with, like, the police and sh*t was when I was 12 years old, so that mean They branded us early on for this sh*t It's kind of designed for failure, you know, they want us to be labeled as just "n***a" Still a n***a, just a n***a Dropped straight out of high school like the rest them n***as So I became a statistic way before I got I got digits Ain't nobody think a million was realistic I was out trippin' on some sh*t, I coulda missed it Couldn't imagine life without my moms or lil' sister Still said my goodbyes and hit the streets and start riskin' it again Back out throwing rocks at penitentiaries again Violence been the answer in my city since a kid Sayin' that to explain some of the silly sh*t I did But I'm just a n***a, what I'm 'posed to do? Usually the one who hurt you mostly close to you Reason why they say don't let nobody close to you Just some n***as, got nobody 'cept for who we closest to Jigga said we still n***a, and I'm just a n***a But we real n***as, so respect a n***a I'm a restless n***a, gettin' a check, n***a Ballin' with my dawg, I'm like, "Check, n***a" And I'm like ballin' on y'all, Spaldin' Foreign all small and I'm tall, gotta crawl in When I got paper, thought less of n***as, how you want me to Runnin' problems, they don't never solve 'em, always want me to Yes, I'm ballin', it's true and it's always over loot Don't wanna slay my own kind 'cause I'm gon' walk in and shoot Bless a n***a, I'll stretch a n***a, now it's less a n***a Well-invested but detectives still wanna arrest a n***a And it's tatted in my skin, I'm still a Essex n***a All the sh*t I did was mostly sins, I wasn't supposed to win Hundred bottles floatin', all endorsed, propose a toast again All the n***as really love me genuine, supposed to grin Security some b*t*hes, the promoter got my toasters in Now we at the top I'm like, "Damn" If I had to, I'd still'll do that sh*t again n***as be like me but I'll never be like them I was in the trenches, no deliverance, amen Opps be on my d**k more than my b*t*hes 'cause they fans Let me see who real n***as by a show of hands Manipulate your soldiers, made them violent for a band You don't really love 'em, had 'em wildin' for a band But you got on them new Balenciagas for a band Love to do each other like we mobbin' for the clan For the right dollar amount and he'll slime his own man In interrogations I was patient for the silence of the clan Even though I know a killer like The Silence of the Lambs
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