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Look, I got my stripes up in this rap s***
My life is like a rollercoaster, up and down quick
Cloudy grey days hide away the sun rays
My only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke hay

[ VERSE 1: Eightball ]
Thug livin', n****, ain't nobody promised tomorrow
Ain't no second chance to live, it ain't no time to borrow
Money in these streets, trouble in these streets
I'm tryin to school these n***** deep within these beats
Life is for learnin, learn and live, n****
What the world hold for me and all my real n*****?
The studio is where we meet up like a holy church
Worshippin the spirits of them n***** who done been here first
And give it all to them young n***** who come after us
And don't give nothin to them boys that's out here fakin tough
Project livin ain't no fly s***, I don't wanna go back
And I pray for all my n***** who can't do better than that

[ VERSE 2: Eightball ]
I live it how it come to me, good or bad
I got to deal with it, this ain't no movie, see
When the gunshot spray ain't no tellin if a stray
Gonna put one of my little bitty sons in his grave
My n**** in the hood used to kick s*** and do his thang
Now that n**** in a wheelchair, d***, ain't that f***** up, mane?
Maye it was somethin comin back from somethin that he did
Maybe that was God's way of tellin him he need to quit
I don't know, I know he think about that s*** everyday though
What he did to make his life go the way that it go
Every n**** can't be blingin, Navigatin' on doubs
How many n***** really got a lot of stacks put up?
How many n***** got five cars and no house?
Hustlin' like a slave tryin to shut your baby mama mouth
Long as you hustle ain't nothin impossible, my n****
Then when you get it give it back cause you can't take it witcha

Eightball the Fat Mack
Eightball & MJG
s***e Age Pimpin from way back, baby
You know what I'm sayin?
CEO on the streets
Commander in c***f, baby
You know what I'm talkin about
From Orange Mound streets all over the world
East coast, West coast, overseas
This pimpin just ain't a whole lot, baby
I got my stripes up in this rap s***
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