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[Verse 1]

Night Blows, Stoves don't work, Hoes at work

A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt

Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed

Tripping on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors

The age of Kane and Big Daddy,shown by the caddies

Uncles named Larry, that really never grabbed me

My mother gave birth but she really never had me

Left to the hood to play daddy

Raised by niggaz named Butch through the bay bay

With waists so they weigh they status on the streets

License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day

Similar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay

A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures

So many niggaz, stacked upon each other

It's the black upon each other that we love so much

Wonder how many of us, these drugs gonna touch

Used to gangbang, ain't really thug that much

Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch

Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years

My college career got downed with a couple of beers

Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans

Same nigga, same block, same shit they own

Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome

In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone

Man to man, I'm good working with my hands

My generation never understood working for the man

And, of being broke I ain't a fan

Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man

My life I planned not to be on this corner

I still wanna see California

But this is my world

[Chorus Repeated Overlapping:]

"It's your world"

[Common] Yeah

[Verse 2]

Life and death law around us

Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners

It's hard to stay grounded

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