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Little Brother Can T Win For Losing

friends won't do shit Feel like a nigga can't win for losing But they still can't stop the stop They can't stop the stop They can't stop the - oh! [Rapper

friends won't do shit Feel like a nigga can't win for losing But they still can't stop the stop They can't stop the stop They can't stop the - oh! [Rapper

of ya Take that to the head brother before I walk up on your bed brother And paint your blood in red brother, you heard what I said, brother? Motherfucker, I ain't

that model citizen I wish I had a schilling (for each senseless killing) For every senseless killing I'd buy a government America's for sale And you can

a cigarette for breakfast, just for beginners Pride for my lunch and sleep for dinner I tried to go to church, priest called me a sinner He called me everything except for

soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they come for me they find

You win some, lose some, nigga regardless Hang on the corner sell crack with straps Or we can go to the club like pimps and macks Or we can unite for

soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me 'Cause when they come for me they find a struggler

t nobody to watch my back Didn't wanna be strapped to get jacked Mama taught me not to trust no man Brother, what's your plan? If you ever lose a fight