"Dedication" lyrics

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Running' duckin' law, smoker got no wind
Pull up on 'em, pull the trigger, shoot, is he dead?
And no one foot out, one foot in, is you scared?
If I get back in that jam, I'm goin' fed, yeah yeah
Streets politician, little cousin fucked up, want me to pay tuition
I'm so moody off medication, this shit hard work, and dedication

Granny call me a devil, ran the streets all night
I ain't really got no levels all my bitches all type
These niggas ain't count no check, these little niggas be all hype
I was fucked up now I'm back, told 'em I'ma be all right
Top ten flow, ballin' like I'm Kris Dunn
I say Chicago, pick a gun like which one
You ain't ever live in a crib with a junkie
Goin' to sleep, gotta hide your money
Wasn't no food, gotta hold my tummy
Jumped in the streets, ain't talkin' 'bout bungee
Couldn't keep no job, 'cause I was clumsy
And I told my teacher I want no trouble
And I hate when a fake nigga say he love you
I grew up different, I'm from the city of Al Capone
I got caught stealin', them people say that I grew up wrong
Don't blame me, blame poverty
Thirsty to get out and want my property
Fast seven think about robbin' me
You gon' have some wings like them Robin jeans

Running' duckin' law, smoker got no wind
Pull up on 'em, pull the trigger, shoot, is he dead?
And no one foot out, one foot in, is you scared?
If I get back in that jam, I'm goin' fed, yeah yeah
Streets politician, little cousin fucked up, want me to pay tuition
I'm so moody off medication, this shit hard work and dedication