Training

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[Verse 1: Eto] I'm always paying homage my nigga, I ain't owing If y'all don't play this song at my funeral, I ain't going Can't throw shade on my aura, I be glowing Niggas ain't as real as you think, I be knowin' Where you think they got it from Stupid money, pockets dumb You was counting two knots, homie I am not the one That's how they sound when they get a taste of it, two face budget Hear where I'm coming from? I came from it Cocaine flooded Bust ya gun, my story no different than yours I got robbed, I robbed niggas we was kickin' in doors I did reception twice, couldn't wait to get to the floors I'm in my second life, couldn't taste a fifth that was war They ain't repping right, foul taste The early bird can only catch the owl late But won't get the milk if you let the cow wait They placed all my men in the jail stay in a child's place But when your son about 8, learn him them hundred thou' traits It's never too soon, they'll plant you anywhere Whenever you bloom, old or young just meet the veterans room It's getting crowded, when I was coming up we didn't allow it The wolves couldn't even yell at the moon Need that same structure Fuck the game up, don't let the game fuck ya First time I weighed up a deuce I was trained hustler You still a hustler in training You get plugged and won't die until you pluggin' his name in Rest In Peace his respect to street shit Not even God kept his secret
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- Eto