I'm a g, and this is something you can't see
just not if it means giving up on being me,
And i end up giving your kids dat bread.
I say i put it so deep now she a cone head
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Cheating, sleeping, its giving me a reason, beating, someone up.
We dig the plot and never bury pot
Woke up in the mornin giving thanks to god,
Like i told god ill never give up on my haters/
Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse
And pull those other four down you ain't giving up
Trying to get away, but i think im stuck
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