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Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful |
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Crack rock lingerin', fiends suckin' they cuticles |
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Wear the wrong colors 'round here, ni***s is shootin' you |
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Ni***s workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles |
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Ni***, you killin' who? Street shit, me and Meek shit |
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F*** with him, f*** around and be your funeral |
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| [00:43.124] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] |
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Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through |
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Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you |
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Ha, cause you will ride for your nigga, right? |
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Now with hearses side by side, with your nigga right |
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Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life |
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Niggas want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ |
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| [01:01.601] [Verse 3: Game & (Meek Mill)] |
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Compton, California, come and see what my city like |
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(Babies losin' hope when they see they momma hit the pipe) |
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Rosecrans, (Berks Street), niggas tryin' to murk me |
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(God, it hit me first, G) |
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This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life |
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(Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) |
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"La-da-da, la-da-da" |
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The soundtrack to a real ni*** life |
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(Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) |
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"La-da-da, la-da-da" |
| [01:37.749] [Verse 4: Meek Mill] |
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Uh, my dog doin' life |
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Cause he ain't had no safety like the Rams' secondary |
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And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never scared |
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| [01:46.044] [Verse 5: Game] |
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Cause I got real niggas everywhere |
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That'll cut your life short like it's February |
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Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary |
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'Specially when the feds is tappin' phones like secretaries |
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Shit real like 2Pac's obituary |
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Kill him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary |
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| [02:03.179] [Verse 6: Meek Mill & (Game)] |
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And where I'm from, you get murdered like hereditary |
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They killed my homie, we came back like it was January |
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The first ni*** aimin' to murk, ni*** |
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F*** your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, ni*** |
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Cause it's cold out, f*** your concert cause you sold out |
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Your dad didn't teach you all that shit you sing that song 'bout |
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So what you talkin' about? |
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(Absolutely nothin', they ain't us, Meek, f*** 'em, cause) |
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| [02:26.510] [Hook] |
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This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life |
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(Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) |
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"La-da-da, la-da-da" |
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The soundtrack to a real ni*** life |
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(Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) |
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"La-da-da, la-da-da" |
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From Philly to Compton, ni*** |
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I fell in love with these streets, I lost my niggas too |
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But I'll be d***ed I'll let one of you niggas take my life |
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| [03:03.378] [Verse 7: Game] |
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Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly though |
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Most these rappers' life is like a f***in' Miguel video |
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Compton killed eight of my ni***s, but that's my city though |
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Yeah, we movin' birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee though |
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Ni***s sellin' flat-screens, sixty-inch VIZIOs |
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Blow on a stone, smokin' chronic on commodes |
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Listenin' to Hov like "I got to get my weight up" |
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The system was made to break us, but they can't take us, no |
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| [03:29.620] [Verse 8: Meek Mill] |
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And I know they hate us though cause we really made it though |
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Ballin' like we Jordan, ni***s shootin', try and fade me though |
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O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose |
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Turn you mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy though |
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I done been to church to mosque, it couldn't save me though |
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Shit, I got to save myself before I try to save a ho |
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F*** your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows |
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| [03:52.841] [Hook] |
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This right here the soundtrack to a real ni*** life |
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(Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) |
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"La-da-da, la-da-da" |
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The soundtrack to a real ni*** life |
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(Comin' from a city where they kill ni***s like) |
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"La-da-da, la-da-da" |
