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Reece, take 'em to church Makin' a way out of no way, I did that (Did that) They gon' try to take your soul by any means, mine still intact I rose from where roses don't grow Still flourish and blossom though, yeah Still stuntin' on them niggas who doubted Why you hate on me? They doubted me, outed me, didn't want me to flourish I come from the ghetto where we was famished, malnourished When people first heard me, they thought that I was a fluke But I'm a real nigga like Kunta Kinte from Roots I'ma keep runnin' even without any shoes Got family in Louisiana, out there in the boot My niggas be huntin' and they'll give you the blues They don't do music but they some Pros with the Tools Broken towel racks and bullet tissue holders Used to keep the bacon fat up in a can of Folger's And if the heater ain't workin' and it's freezin' cold We open up the oven and turn on the stove, UH! Makin' a way out of no way, I did that (Did that) They gon' try to take your soul by any means, mine still intact I rose from where roses don't grow Still flourish and blossom though, yeah Still stuntin' on them niggas who doubted Why you hate on me? They doubted me Boosie on death row with Manson, they clowned me Come from the gutter, no cap, the real gutter (Gutter) One of the few who made somethin' outta nothin' (Gutter) I learned how to cook cocaine from my uncle in the game He was a dope dealin' wit' a name Struggle all winter, broke all summer (Man) Remember only fuckin' two hoes all summer (Man) Mama showed pain when I cried to the Lord Daddy bang a needle, on game, swear to God Keep on the water on the stove, make it hot, shit was real Now a nigga livin' on the fuckin' hill That's what it is Makin' a way out of no way, I did that (Did that) They gon' try to take your soul by any means, mine still intact I rose from where roses don't grow Still flourish and blossom though, yeah Still stuntin' on them niggas who doubted Why you hate on me?
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