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Ayy ayy ayy
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Big fish from small pond
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Deep where we were swimming
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Seeing what we all owe
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Eastside where it's lit at
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OGs on the corner
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Talking ‘bout a profit
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Then the streetlights come on
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Here come ghouls and the diamonds
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They gone see what you made of
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Yes sir, run me them pockets
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Any way to get paper
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While trying to stay off the docket
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Bust right up on lil Taedoe
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Black piece stone
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That's how he rocking
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Told me find him a forty
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Told him find him a hobby
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He said Swayyvo you trippin’
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My plan just like my religion
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I was born in a manger
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Like the Jesus you mention
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Did you grow up with an
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Option of being buddist or christian?
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Did you wanna go praise him
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Or was that granny’s decision?
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They gone judge me 'til death
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But I'm gone judge you thereafter
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I believe in my OG
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Like you believe in your pastor
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OG shoot on my behalf
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While pastor stealing collections
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OG told me to get it you waiting
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On blessings on blessings on blessings
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yeah yeah yeah
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There’s some things I coulda said but I didn't
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You can't confide your destiny because it's written ya ya ya
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If I could try just one more time, I'd do it different ay ay ay
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Give thanks and spread love while you living
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ay ay ay ay
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Ay, I should’ve told him boy Taedoe mane
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"Put down ya controller, I'll give you game"
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I should've told him you gotta son
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Just give him a look
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You won’t feel the same
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I should've told him how gangsta he was
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It won't matter to no one
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If you in the ground
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If I had've told him
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How stupid it was, to slow down
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If he listened he'd still be around
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I could've spoke up and told you
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Your mama gone miss you
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Your sister gone ask herself why
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Ain't you gone talk to her
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Said you be there forever
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Forsake her man
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Why did you lie
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I should've told you
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You're deep in the trap
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But this shit is a trap
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And your ass finna die
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When I got the call
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I was dropping my jaw
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It was hurting my heart
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But I wasn't surprised
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I could've told you
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Your niggas don't love you
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They hate you, just look
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You can see in their eyes
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They want what you got
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And they just want to use you
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You gotta be smart and
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Look past to the skies
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I should've told you
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How niggas be switching
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And singing remind me
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Of Mary J. Blige
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I should've told you at this point
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Before but right now but I come
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Humbly taking the time
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To tell you I'm sorry
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That I let you down with my silence
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Because now I be feeling the heat
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And thank you for telling me
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No one had asked
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I thought cause you knew that
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It could've been me
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Back then someone told me ay
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Don't ride with the homie ay
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You don't know where you're going ay
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Stay focused keep flowing ay
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I put his 40 ounce in the dirt
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Like I bet you wish you would've gone to church
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___________________
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Name It's Written
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Artist Swayyvo
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Album TRUNK THERAPY
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