Trade It All

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Yo
 I'm a product of the block I lived and the Pac, Nas' and BIGs
 For raw, took my dough across the George Washington Bridge
 I was poor, for more shock, had the law watchin' us live
 Off of pure rock, nigga, I put a Fort Knox in my crib
 I was the one they overlooked, now a nigga overbooked
 Got them haters disappointed like when the soda overcooked
 More money, more problems, jealous niggas throwin' looks
 That's why every hundred bands I make, my clip grow a foot
 Sold my story to the world, so everything I afford
 Came from me losin' my brother, and all the pain I absorbed
 I'm down soldiers, all the members of the gang I done lost
 On this road to success and, yes, it came at a cost
 So don't confuse what you hear, I put these jewels in my ear
 'Cause I wore the same pair of kicks to school for a year, nigga
 I'd trade it all to get my niggas back, how real is that?
 'Cause fuck it, we gon' grind together just to get it back
 Ayo, life crazy, but shit gotta happen so other shit can happen
 Real talk
 For the niggas in my position, take care of your daughters
 No matter what they choose to do, they aware what you taught 'em
 My kids took my advice 'cause I'm fair as a father
 My next deal, I need a office and shares of the market
 Two thousand dollar kicks, that shit I wear on your carpet
 You ever fuck two best friends that share an apartment?
 If you pop out with that MAC, is you airin' or talkin'?
 'Cause whoever don't shoot first gon' be carryin' coffins
 They put a mural of my face on the block I sold work on
 Never took the first off, got me shoppin' in Bergdorf
 Came home from school, City showed me a tool
 His brother kept under the bed, right in the room
 Few years later, I married the game, I jumped the broom
 I walked away with wounds, it wasn't what I assumed
 These niggas don't stick to codes, these hoes don't stick to rules
 I'd trade it all, give the cash back, the jewels and the cars
 If it make you feel I'm different from y'all, come get the paintings off the wall
 My girl Benz, plus the one in the garage
 'Cause to me that material shit small when they comin' out at my dogs
 Before we learned to run, we had to crawl
 My day ones right here standin' tall, so you can have it all
 If it mean I get my brother back tomorrow
 Shit, 'cause all I got left is the scars, I still would trade it all

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Duration
02:32
Key
2
Tempo
82 BPM

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