Tom:
Introdução:
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Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
(My mama always said)
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I said close your mouth and eat
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You make some paper, then you make your own rules
(My mama always said, ayy, damn)
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Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
A#m F#
I said close your mouth and eat
A#m F#
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
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I'm from the hood and it's evident
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Used to sell drugs out my residence
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Stayed in section 8 with relatives
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Opportunity knockin', I let 'em in
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I done put Forgis on everything
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I left the mall like Ginobili
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And if I'm not successful, ain't nobody gon' come console me
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I pray my mama quit smokin'
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When my dad died, I got focused
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I gotta table full of Ace of Spades
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I don't fuck around with you jokers (ooh)
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Ain't heard a word from my old friends
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Heard they wanna kick my doors in
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I done loaded up the 2-2-3
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I'm so high they might call a goaltend, yeah
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Lord knows, stashed work in the console
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So many autos in my garage, I can't open my car door
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Bond on me like the sun on me
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Gettin' this bread she say, "You dropped crumbs on me"
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Walked in the club and got ones only
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Need a tat on my stomach that say prawns only
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Raised by single parent Black woman
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They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me
She always told me
A#m F#
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
(My mama always said)
A#m F#
I said close your mouth and eat
A#m F#
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
(My mama always said, ayy, damn)
A#m F#
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
A#m F#
I said close your mouth and eat
A#m F#
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
A#m F#
Smoking on a yacht, call me Ricky Steamboat
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Bags full of gas, used to serve them through the screen door
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Tryna flip a brick, Shaq at the free throw
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Taught by Scarface, Brad Jordan, Al Pacino, wooo
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No rules, most of my partnas homeschooled
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Most of my partnas got charges
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And I ain't talking about no mothafuckin' dodges
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Trappin' up outta the college
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I'm addicted to the rice at Benihana
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Raised by a single parent Black woman
A#m F#
They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me
She always told me
A#m F#
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
(My mama always said)
A#m F#
I said close your mouth and eat
A#m F#
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
(My mama always said, ayy, damn)
A#m F#
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
A#m F#
I said close your mouth and eat
A#m F#
You make some paper, then you make your own rules