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Real Plug 2
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EST Gee
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I had just got off the phone with Dre (FOREVEROLLING) He like, "N***a, I know it's dark right now, but don't fold" You know what I'm sayin', you been too far to fold You could've told a long time ago F**k you Sometimes I feel like the streets love me more than God himself Been out here low, laid on the road, thinkin' I harmed myself You not like me, when I was weak, I never called for help Strung out on lean, add up the fees, feel like I robbed myself Down in the slums, hustling for crumbs, it feel like God done left Without this weed, try look for other things to calm myself Turn up the heat, four hundred degrees, tryna get this raw to melt Ridin' 'round with heat so close to me, know I'm not far from death Mama tellin' me I live fast as if a job could help But I like Gucci, hoes with big booties, ain't hard to tell When it's proper, you the don dada, it ain't hard to sell We in the Hank era, we young felons, we scarred from jail I never cried when Marge died, that's when my heart had left Ask about me, where I'm from, b*t*h, I'm the god to them I gave my all to them, still kill and rob with them I don't smile much, I don't joke, and I ain't talkative They was f**ked up, I had work, so I gave jobs to them I risked my all to win, pray I don't fall again But if I fall again, know I'm gon' ball again I'll risk it all to win, I'll risk it all to win Sometimes I wonder how it'd be if certain people was there for me And I ain't have to hit the streets to make sure I had somethin' to eat Me and Kyana on palettes or comforters where we sleep Pile of pillows and an a***og antenna TV This was 2003, way before I seen a P Way back when I used to dream about makin' it to the league As I grew up, I learned to cut, went from turnin' one into threes But not 'til after my teens Earlier, I had a vision of turnin' me to the n***a Convince him he could trust me with fifty and then I shipped 'em Some n***as f**ked they bag up, it put me in bad positions Most n***as gave what they had and I love 'em for stickin' with me I'm sittin' back, reminiscing on Jacob tryna take the city Touched my first ten with Jimmy, it hurt me, they said he snitchin' Certain feelings make killers out n***as who's really timid But once you cross that line and pull the trigger and shiver, see somethin' lifeless I stood on all ten tippies when narcs surrounded my Chrysler Just told me take the ten on the chin like that was unlikely Next offer, he said five and I told him I'd rather fight it My plug went on the run, turned his back when I got indicted My love ain't want no thug, killed my son and it made me spiteful Watchin' motives, now I notice there's no one to take advice from I don't know if I'ma make it home, been walkin' through this rain so long Last puff and I'ma make it strong Count and smoke until my pain is gone Real talk, n***a, can't make this sh*t up, n***a N***a know what it is Big Gee, n***a Man, real plug
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