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I gave these streets, n***a, everything I had I got some secrets that gon' haunt me from my past I need that paper, I ain't talkin' no pen and past I'm all in favor, then it make these n****s mad It make em' mad It make em' mad It make em' mad I know it make em' mad Feds took groupin' from me Gave this n***a 30 piece *** that n***a did for me, my own family never did Water got a vibe, probably the longest vibe I ever seen Top of that, that n***a daughter died, tryna come and see Papa Roach dead now, my n***a Jeff dead now I never thought I'd say this, but ***, I wish they was in the past At least I could talk to em', send em' somethin' on they book My uncle turned to the dope, the biggest hell I ever took Put some n****s in position, I guess they don't remember now Glad I don't need them n****s, cause I barely even see em' now Me and my shades super black, and I act like I don't see them n****s I know this for a ***in' fact, they really wanted to be a boss I gave these streets n***a everything I had I got some secrets that gon' hunt me from my past I need that paper, now they ain't took no pen and past I'm all in favor, then it make these n****s mad It make em' mad It make em' mad It make em' mad I knew it'd make em' mad Ain't nobody prayin' for me, back to back bad luck Lost a quarter million on the road, and I ain't give a *** All I'm thinkin' gold mine, be fed, then I'm jammin' my dawg Got six million in my momma house, and they can have it all Can't trust nobody, old cousin set us up Just give me the mother***in' word, and I'ma wear the mask Get a five mil, man, he got caught with that Nina, boy Had my shirt and my pillows wetter than Katrina, boy I've been dead ten years, that was my main man Can't believe they caught my n***a slippin' at a wing stand My dawg just wanted lemon pepper, they gave my n***a a flash Long been known when his brother caught me cryin' on my back I gave these streets n***a everything I had I got some secrets that gon' hunt me from my past I need that paper, now they ain't took no pen and past I'm all in favor, then it make these n****s mad Ain't *** a n***a say to me, n***a, we steppin' on the same concrete On the same piece of mother***in' wood on the porch That what you wanted, n***a, you wanted to stay there, n***a Don't keep me goin' anywhere, n***a, we ain't gon' stop We ain't gon' never stop, n***a Rather see me starve, I won't miss a meal Went platinum off them bricks, givin' record deals Can't rub a bandage, check gon' need a vacuum seal He went plead after six, gave me thirty years Think about that dirt we did together Did not think it tight, man, how they had us under pressure One life to the death, bitch, up against whatever Knew the feds on the ground, we can't put this *** on camera Bitch, I know that jealousy and envy equal hate And that hate equal goin' back and forth with them K's And that bad equal broke n****s havin' somethin' to say But the money keep on callin', can't hit them pussies anyway Now if you only knew them sacrifices and them losses Paid for some funerals, paid for some coffers Crack town, can't forget what them streets taught us Trap n***a turned millionaire, pray they never caught us I gave these streets, n***a, everything I had I got some secrets, they gon' hunt me from my past I need that paper, that ain't talkin' no pen and pad I'm all in favor, then it make these n****s mad It make them mad, yeah, mm, it make them mad It make them mad, yeah, I knew it'd make them mad

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