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Yeah
Yeah
Ayy, spit this sh*t from the soul
Story that's never told
Good men die young
Foot stuck in the hole, yeah
Spendin' sh*t up on them hoes
You might as well get a coat
They'll leave you out in the cold
Loose lips along the way
But that's just how it goes
Representin' the city when no one else heard the story
I was serving the middy, I'm out here pitching to N.O.R.E
The road to the glory when everything ain't too glorious
Kept swimming likе Dory
Stepped down on thesе n***as, they waitin' for an opinion
You better call in to Maury, yeah (you better call in to Maury)
Dawg just got back again, happy to be havin' it
Trappin' in style, my D**kie works with the sag in it
We was in the back, just had to navigate through traffic here
Blow my problems on the shore of savin' end
Dirty hands might need napkins
Brodie grab the 4 and clappin' it
'Cause we can't settle for a deficit, yeah (deficit)
Under pressure what I know
So that pressure how I cope
I done lost so many folk
Sh*t turn up and get crazy and then ain't nobody know
Then it's adios
Coroner said family hearts we broke
That designer smoke, yeah
All guts, no glory
Phone zings and jewelry
Stepped holes in my J's
It's all part of the story
All guts, all glory
We gon' kick in the door
Put it all in the story
It was all in the mold
All guts, no glory
It was sad when you told
And it hurt when you hate
Made a name and it worked
All guts, no glory
I'll be there when you show me
All guts, all glory
All guts, all glory
Vermin's sin
Put you on the racks you would spend
Never thought that you'd bit the hand
I'ma never look back
Put the team on right up on the map
Yeah, matter of fact
Ayy, before we thought about plaques
We was runnin' into beef over hats
Shootin' cee-lo, we ain't linkin' for craps
Ayy, out the random, go outside they turn you to a phantom
Many men on a temper tantrum, I'm runnin' out of answers
And then they wonder how you got to crazy
I'm just a product of the world, baby
You'll lose it all, f**k it, when you're tryna ball
I'm just like the mall
You can always count on me when it's time to show off
We, we ain't done at all, yeah
All guts, no glory
It was sad when you told
And it hurt when you hate
Made a name and it worked
All guts, no glory
I'll be there when you show me

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