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Know what I've been going through lately? Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might over eat or I might not eat Sometimes I get to buying shit I don't even need Clothes that I'm never gon' wear I get the imitation that all relationships are shit Real ones know the shoes that I walk in Had to make it out, I had no option Get the sale on the block on the coffin Had to make it out, I had no option Lock me up, throw away the key Ain't no care bout a nigga like me so I Stack it up, got this shit poppin' Had to make it out, I had no option I had just finished the prison stage But imma (?) The system don't look at me different When I'm on the drugs they do something (?) (?) and they mothers Like when is our daddy coming home We video visit on facetime but they like 1000 miles away Louis Vuitton got my (?) (?) look like girls go wild I'm a chi-raqi you know how I'm livin' I'm on a (?) it's a dangerous city I'm still tryna feud, f*ck off anyone All I did was get caught with a pistol Chief of parole was a black man Only (?) words, another nigga You know you lied, don't mean (?) stand I'm still tryna see what I did Went to trial in federal court, knew I was gon' lose Even when the verdict got (?), I'll still be a bread winner Real ones know the shoes that I walk in Had to make it out, I had no option Get the sale on the block on the coffin Had to make it out, I had no option Lock me up, throw away the key Ain't no care bout a nigga like me so I Stack it up, got this shit poppin' Had to make it out, I had no option I thought when I got out of jail in Florida I wouldn't sit in a cell again Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter That I wouldn't put her through hell again The man in the mirror look at me and (?) You gotta get better control of your businesses Quit being stubborn, whenever you suffer For the people that suffer the most for your children You don't hail from Houston, I got my ice on now Nigga run lip, I had to (?) til' the lights go out A bit of a circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter People that don't even know me so how in the f*ck they controlling my future All the people who be mad and be smiling I know that they proud of me Holdin' it down, roll on the beat Everybody that doubted me Make it out from Houston, got my ice on now Nigga run lip, I had to (?) til' the lights go out Real ones know the shoes that I walk in Had to make it out, I had no option Get the sale on the block on the coffin Had to make it out, I had no option Lock me up, throw away the key Ain't no care bout a nigga like me so I Stack it up, got this shit poppin' Had to make it out, I had no option Til the lights go out You know sometimes I uh, I-I I get I get depressed you know I can't move I'm like get away from the 'gram, slide in the DM of a bitch that I used to talk with nah Fly (?) I sold out (?) Til' the lights go out (Oh)
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