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thug soul

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thug soul

, yeah, we all bleed the same blood, and we beat on the same drum, it's not about where you at, it's all about where you come from, and i'm a keep on thugging till the day i die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, call me the kid that came up, been through too much, can't forget where i came from, weather i got 100 dollars or 100 mil, living the projects of beverly hills, i'm the same old g, money won't change me, i'm black, with your poor police gonna still hate me, i'm in the ghetto community with my other ya'll, crackers wanna kill me like zimmerman did trayvon, 'cause i'm a black ass motherfucker like akon, and that's why i still be moving like avon, but stringer told 'em we good, we don't need them spazi, fuck you talking about, nigga? i'm build them blacksies, oh, you switching up? niggas be thinking they white, oh, they really be thinking they white, come on, man, for example look at oprah, still with us though she was white and she ain't talked over, yeah, we all bleed the same blood, and we beat on the same drum, it's not about where you at, it's all about where you come from, and i'm a keep on thugging till the day i die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, told my brother our kids ain't growing up like we did, they not in the hood, one bedroom for three kids, remember that?, now is three bedrooms for one kid, they husslin bay dog, dog look at our crib, made it out the projects, shit was a miracle, it was rough but we didn't have roaches in our cereal, that's that ghost face shit, know what i mean?, we lived in the b's but our crib was clean, we had coffee, my mother died when i was 13, i was thinking about suicide when i was 13, i thought about it, surrounded by killers, hustlers and thieves, wishing martin luther king could see all my negative dreams, i didn't wanna be bo jackson or michael jordan, i want it to be like niggas i saw banging at 4 in the morning, the gangsters, you know them, old g's old has, grew up, realized them niggas ain't getting no grant, they broke, yeah, we all bleed the same blood, and we beat on the same drum, it's not about where you at, it's all about where you come from, and i'm a keep on thugging till the day i die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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