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Sometimes you gotta put your pride to the side In this game that we call life You know, I'm tryna get back to my kids You know, I can't win with these crackers I'm a nigga and they look at me like a nigga (for real) Man, let me go on and lay down right quick, fuck it No self worth, being honest But I converse with some bosses (I do) I'm a real earner and I worked hard Thank you God, look what I accomplished Inside support system, awkward Take time with trial only options Division nine, no PC, in Chicago, fighting drama My relationship getting rocky No spousal trust, I was moving unconscious I was talking with Jay and Recruited a move that allotted me counsel Back and forth without representation Embarrassing, ran out of options Told my attorney go get with the DA He come with a deal and I'm copping Aiming for thirty six months, but they came with a thirty So fuck it, I signed it He think I'm stupid? Well, fuck what he think I ain't fight with them crackers, I got out they way Stateville, now I'm going up state With the gang members they respecting my name He one of the men, you play with the kids You gon have to kill 'em, he one of the greats No need to say it, I was suffering My head hurtin', a concussion Broke bed on me, fuck it I don't think they really love me Trust issues, I'm accustomed Writer's block no question, I'm Already knowin' you gon lie to me, ain't no need to discuss it Ain't no need to discuss it We have a heated discussion Internet beef, I don't entertain I know how to come up from nothin' I'm getting straight to the money, yeah I'm getting straight to the money, yeah Already knowin' you gon lie to me, ain't need to dicuss it I'm an energy person and I'm at ease But the minute you hurt me, you gotta leave Got some niggas who love me, they outta reach Got some children who coming up, gotta teach Got some family who mad 'cause they tryna leach Got some big booty woman who I don't need Master manipulation Been manipulated, but it really don't bother me Gold trim, platinum, matte white Benz V12, yellow color baguettes Red guts, panoramic my roof, any given moment I can hop in a jet In the weight room, getting rid of weight Pat touchdown, doin a set Hit the space bar, click and refresh Making salat when I need to reset Turnin the pot, got me whipping the vet On the phone, in communication with the joint Still going in tryna prove a point I don't socialize, I don't see the point Fifty wrapped up, stuffed in a bump Underneath the trunk, order what you want Laying in the trunk, sippin' red wine I don't give a fuck, I do what I want No need to say it, I was suffering My head hurtin', a concussion Broke bed on me, fuck it I don't think they really love me Trust issues, I'm accustomed Writer's block no question, I'm Already knowin' you gon lie to me, ain't no need to discuss it Ain't no need to discuss it We have a heated discussion Internet beef, I don't entertain I know how to come up from nothin' I'm getting straight to the money, yeah I'm getting straight to the money, yeah Already knowin' you gon lie to me, ain't need to dicuss it (I'm getting straight to the money, yeah)