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Good night, Dad Huh Let's go Know what I'm sayin'? It's that time, man It's that time again, man It's that time to give y'all another piece of my life, though Ayy yo, hit me up, ayy yo Now I was easily influenced Since a youth I knew the streets was confusing, I still seemed to choose it Keep it moving, keep from losing Hand on keys and eyes on paper like I'm reading music Where was y'all when I needed schooling? Being foolish, instead of buyin' houses, I was seeing Judas We was thirsty and needed fluid I know how to drink but can't find a river, somebody lead us to it The streets made me verbally abusive Stay in new relations 'Cause my communication need improvement The feds tryna track my recent movements Anti-bug system inside my crib hooked up to three computers Next time you want me, send some decent shooters All the bullshit attempts on my life only increase the rumors Write through the mail when the people knew it I felt like George in the cell with Diego from all the weed I flew in That's the reason that I speak it fluent A real nigga can get it, keep it, lose it, and reproduce it, trust From Letras Mania