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Correct I Ain't Mad At Cha Lyrics
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Troy Ave
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God forgives nigga I don't Ghetto dreams of being rich Walkin' with money, read my stones and my scriptures then I got to thinkin' Damn I miss my nigga, if you ever lost somebody then say "R.I.P. my nigga" ("R.I.P. my nigga") Ghetto dreams of being rich Walkin' with money, read my stones and my scriptures then I got to thinkin' Damn I miss my nigga, if you ever lost somebody then say "R.I.P. my nigga" ("R.I.P. my nigga") Real nigga die, fake nigga went to jail There ain't no balance I need murder on that scale I wanna say more but them people on my trail I gotta be cautious while I'm preppin' for this trial I sat for 2 months they wouldn't give your boy a bail I sat for 2 months they couldn't get your boy to tell Critics said somethin' he ain't my dawg that's a opp A nigga went to court started talkin' like a cop 911 niggas fraudin' what they not Even fake freinds left Troy while I was shot Why these niggas ain't go put in pain while I was locked Why these niggas leavin' me to take on all these Glocks Ghetto dreams of being rich Walkin' with money, read my stones and my scriptures then I got to thinkin' Damn I miss my nigga, if you ever lost somebody then say "R.I.P. my nigga" ("R.I.P. my nigga") Ghetto dreams of being rich Walkin' with money, read my stones and my scriptures then I got to thinkin' Damn I miss my nigga, if you ever lost somebody then say "R.I.P. my nigga" ("R.I.P. my nigga") Triflin' wanksta acting like a real brother But Banga ain't really fuck wit ya, word to my mother We had real talks while his case was gettin' cull He asked for bail, you said you just moral support You seen Assanova at the Summer Jam, facts You said who did it, he said "wasn't me, it was" He's a rat and fuckboy that's runnin' its proven I should have let it happen when Banga was 'bout to boom him Nigga you been on my dick Using my adlibs, askin' me to take a couple flicks You was right there when I was takin' the give Askin' Murda why he ain't help, why you ain't help bitch? 'Cause you a pussy and niggas was fuckin' your bitch She left and took the baby 'cause you ain't had no chips Mucho put you on and you took the bitch back Now when you fall off I guarantee she fall back Sucker, you remind me of that Hovain clown His baby moms fucked a nigga that work in Food Town He beat her up in the middle of sleep All 'cause she got a text from Produce Pete He said "How this dick was? I fucked you better than your man?" 400 pounds on the neck, choke slam Damn, right in front of the kids I mean it's only one bedroom where y'all niggas live Is you mad that I got six? I said "let's go half and buy Leo a drop 6" You just laughed I said "Bro what's so funny?" You said "Fuck him, that nigga ain't make us no money" Ghetto dreams of being rich Walkin' with money, read my stones and my scriptures then I got to thinkin' Damn I miss my nigga, if you ever lost somebody then say "R.I.P. my nigga" ("R.I.P. my nigga") Ghetto dreams of being rich Walkin' with money, read my stones and my scriptures then I got to thinkin' Damn I miss my nigga, if you ever lost somebody then say "R.I.P. my nigga" ("R.I.P. my nigga")
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