Tonart: A minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
land of low riders
and the heavy grind
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Where the Hunters folks spin
and the Chevys shine
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Where a lick of soap can't be that far
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no matter where you are
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be a million ways for you to make that mail
I probably got for sale
trying to sell they soul
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can see the days was hella long and yo
the nights is cold
can't get a job even
though I tried
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that's why the crime rate
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is at an all -time high
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it's only three stripes
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cause that's all they give so up in
the state pennants
where my partner live get up out
and try to change his ways
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he found the lord so now
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he prays
Reminiscin' as he lied, yeah
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Knowin' good and well he'd probably die,
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This bitch is like a jungle sometimes
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It makes me wonder how I keep
Doin' time, man, I'm through with that
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Don't want nothin' else to do with that
If it ain't money, man, I'm cool with that
This bitch is like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I
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Doin' time, man, I'm through with that
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Don't want nothin' else to do with that
If it ain't money, man,
I'm cool with that
Counterfeit hunnids, faulty phones
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Don't call me at the pay,
cause, man, I'm not at home
get that scratchin'
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The light brown brim with the
kicks to match
Posted up, gettin' way too tall,
Beggin' me not to drink no more
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But they don't see that's how
I ease the pain
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Got my kids askin' questions
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I'm doin' dirt, ain't no time to talk,
Runnin' game, ain't no time to walk,
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I need some meal tickets
Just tryna make ends meet,
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I never will kick it
Unless I'm holdin' some heat
Cause see the street that
I does my thang on
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It's on life support, just tryna hang on
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It ain't really like it used to be,
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that's why the VPD is getting used to me.
The streets is like the jungle sometimes,
it makes me wonder how
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deep I'm going under.
Do it time man,
I'm through with that,
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don't want nothing else to do with that.
If it ain't money man, I'm cool with that.
The streets is like the jungle sometimes,
it makes me wonder how
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deep I'm going under.
Do it time man,
I'm through with that,
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don't want nothing else to do with that.
If it ain't money man,
I'm cool with that.
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Rough ridin', chasin' ships
It's 13 and 14's, Bloods and Crips
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Everybody got they sag on
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It's young cats with they rag on
Don't nobody go to school no more
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I guess bein' educated ain't cool no more
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I try to tell them that you livin' too fast,
homie
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That part of the game ain't never gon' last,
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homie
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I'm cool with that
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If it ain't money, man,
I'm cool with that
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I'll wait I'll wait
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I'll
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I'll see the next
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