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Dunnigan

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Teacher told me if ain't never go to school then I wouldn't be nothin'
Needa quit skippin' all my classes, go to college if I wanna make money then I gotta pay money
Streets told me the same story
Told me that scared money don't make money
I won' really fuckin' with the college rule paper, all the paper that wanted always had a face on it
I ain't eating off the plate if it ain't gotta steak on it (ah-huh)
Can't f*ck with that bitch, she'n got no cake on it (got damn)
Remember we was younger we ain't have it, we'll have to take some
Now she see the money and she wanna shake some
Damn I hate when people try n' beat around the bush, if you see some you want then fuckin' say some
Remember we was younger we was sittin' in the kitchen, we was starvin' we was hungry
We was lookin' thru the cabinets just tryna find some
All we had to eat was corndogs and some ramen
And we couldn't use the stove without no supervision
Who left the sink full of dirty dishes
Y'all know we gotta clean this shit up before grandma come home and start...trippin'

I'm like how can you compare yourself to me
You say you gettin' money but that's some I don't believe
Only thing that's in your wallet, couple twenties and ID
Get the f*ck up out my face give me space and let me breathe (please, got damn)
I'm like how can you compare yourself to me
You say you gettin' money but that's some I don't believe
Only thing that's in your wallet, couple twenties and ID
Get the f*ck up out my face give me space and let me breathe (please, got damn)

I been ridin' through the city so long I should retire
Know these wheels is gettin' dizzy, know these tires gettin' tired
Losing tread to the wire, spark the shit cause a fire
Was imprisoned to the south, but now I'm pardoned for my priors
Got damn I'm free, I was imprisoned to the south but now I'm pardoned for my priors
Now I'm ridin' cross country in a four door
Strapped with the four-five and my nigga got the four-four
Pray to God we'on get pulled over by five-o
Swear I want die with my eyes closed
Still ain't no justice or no peace
Just us in these muhfucking streets
Kaepernick and take a knee, and it's still f*ck the police
What's good muhfucka, what it is? what it isn't? (ah-huh)
I ain't fuckin' with you hoes, I ain't fuckin' with you nigga (got damn)
Either reppin' where you from or you reppin' where you livin'
Southside to the death of me, and it ain't nothin' different
Southside to the death of me, and it ain't nothin'...different

I'm like how can you compare yourself to me
You say you gettin' money but that's some I don't believe
Only thing that's in your wallet, couple twenties and ID
Get the f*ck up out my face give me space and let me breathe (please, got damn)
I'm like how can you compare yourself to me
You say you gettin' money but that's some I don't believe
Only thing that's in your wallet, couple twenties and ID
Get the f*ck up out my face give me space and let me breathe

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