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Ya It's not good or bad, it's just different Look, my nigga Picket got killed He was dealing with some demons (Damn, what a loss) This nigga told me he could get me into the music game quick (Ya, but what that cost? My soul don't it?) Fuck, that's too deep for the beginning nigga Ya, but it gives it the soul feeling nigga I write songs, pretendin' like HOV listenin' and Cole mixin' the hit, while Em's engineerin' the shit Told peep, we finna be rich 'Cause a nigga spit AID's, it's the illest of shit And they split that fourth grade, more than wake up at six And you don't wanna go to school, so you pretend to be sick Damn, I spit that hungry nigga from his stomach flow Matter of fact, this that do this for my mother flow Role model didn't always give me what I wanted, yo But gave me what I needed and asked me what I want it fo' I love her, you gotta choose what's important boo That's the reason all these niggas be distortin' you She said "Reason, I'm so weak when it come to you" Don't blame me, baby, you do everything you want to do And you screw everyone you want to screw That's just life, ain't nothing wrong with it Don't let anyone tell you that you wrong girl Letras de canciones'Cause this your movie, baby, you gotta perform in it I hope that one day, I get what's in store What's in store for me But I must realize quickly what's really important Really important to me It's your life, your rules A young nigga got killed, had a scholarship to Duke (Damn, what a loss) Was on the block thuggin', tryna fit in with the cool (And look at what that cost him, his soul right?) Fuck, his twin sisters lost their bigger brother Only 6, now they got to protect one another His pops left when he only six Cancer got his granny, and now the drugs got his mother She couldn't handle tryna put her son in the ground Now she usin' every fuckin' needle that she found Nigga, why you tryin' to fit in with these thug niggas? Knowin' deep down, they wish they were who you was nigga Stairs to Heaven as you walk up that flight You lookin' down on your family, goin' through it in life All this fuckin' talent God gave you, nigga use it Could have been anything, you chose to be stupid Damn, I know that come off kind of ruthless It's tough love, ain't nothing wrong with it I'm just tryna keep the youth breathin' 'Cause this yo movie, you gotta perform in it I hope that one day, I get what's in store What's in store for me But I must realize quickly what's really important Really important to me It's your life, your rules Ya, Picket got killed, he was dealing with some demons (Damn, what a loss) This nigga told me he could get me into the music game quick (Ya, but what that cost? Soul) From Letras Mania