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Sometimes I wonder Be having shit on my mind,nigga.You know. Got questions. Some of these questions.I know the answers to. Some of these shit s.I don't know the answers to. But look What if I was still on Doat Street sellin' crack? What if I was in that car with Lavar when Doe Boy got clapped? What if that was me,shot in my back? When feds ran in Dom house and found that brick,what if that was my pack? What if I was stuck in prison with numbers? Knowin' these nigga s wouldn't answer. Even if they did give me they number. Would I go to my mom and give her a hundred? And put some money on my commissary,sometimes I sit and I wonder. What if I went with Rocko that night? He had a show in Carolina, he like,"Bro, **** with me, let's do it right." What if I went?That shit would've changed a lot of events. But instead of goin',I flew back to Buff' to record with French. The song never happened, so what, **** it, I called a b***h My nigga s hit me like,"Let's go out tonight,shit gon' be lit.'' I said,''I'm good.",but I wonder what made me change my mind. Cause it was foggy as a b***h that night, I felt a bad vibe But **** it,nigga,Let's ride,I'm with the homies,We got blicks. niggas already know what's up cause all my niggas with the shit. Left the club,I don't know how how I ended up in the whip. I had a b***h I should've had at the telly, sucking my d**k. Was in the driveway with my niggas and lulu when I got hit. Everything happens for a reason,but I'm just sayin' what if What if I never got shot in the head? I couldn't get sleep that night,might drop a tear in that hospital bed. Thinkin' it's over with for rockin' the mic They told me I’d be paralyzed neck down,what if the doctor was right? Nigga, I walked out that hospital twice My mother said I died both times,guess I did the impossible twice. Sometimes I wonder,if this Bells Palsy didn’t paralyze my grill in Would there still be murals of my face painted on sides of buildings? I mean,would I still be rhymin’ brilliant? They say I provide the feeling. But would my story still inspire millions? Would Alchemist ever find us? Would DJ Clark Kent co-sign us? Would Paul and Eminem have signed us? I mean,we went from whippin’ shit on the stove to pictures with HOV.The vision was bro’s In basketball terms,I pick and I roll. I give and I go,I get to the hole. Get the assist with my bros,I’m the one liftin’ the load. I do the scorin’,nigga,I’m brinin’ the chip to my home. Sometimes I wonder Sometimes I wonder Will I make it in these streets or will these streets take me? Sometimes I wonder Sometimes I wonder Will I make it in these streets or will these streets take me under? Or will these streets take me under? Will I make it in these streets or will these streets take me under? Or will these streets take me under? Will I make it in these streets or will these streets take me under? You know.God don’t make mistakes,baby. All them raps and stuff you wrote in school. All the paper that I used to buy and I thought you was doin’ your lessons,you was writin’ rap. God don’t make mistakes. This is for you,baby. You come on back to me. Lord,please,give me my son back,Lord.
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