DUCKWORTH.

It was always me versus the world
 
 Until I found it's me versus me
 Why, why, why, why?
 Why, why, why, why?
 Just remember, what happens on Earth stays on Earth!
 We gon' put it in reverse
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 Darling, I told you many times
 And I am telling you once again
 Just to remind you, sweetheart
 That my-
 Oh, Lamar, Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard
 Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark
 Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star
 Life is one funny mo'fucker
 A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
 I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
 Introverted by my thoughts; children, listen, it gets deep
 See, once upon a time inside the Nickerson Garden projects
 The object was to process and digest poverty's dialect
 Adaptation inevitable, gun violence, crack spot
 Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals
 Anthony was the oldest of seven
 Well-respected, calm and collected
 Laughin' and jokin' made life easier, hard times, Momma on crack
 A four-year-old tellin' his nanny he needed her
 His family history, pimpin' and bangin'
 He was meant to be dangerous
 Clocked him a grip and start slangin'
 15, scrapin' up his jeans with quarter pieces
 Even got some head from a smoker last weekend
 Dodged a policeman, workin' for his big homie
 Small-time hustler, graduated to a brick on him
 10,000 dollars out of a project housing, that's on the daily
 Seen his first mill' 20 years old, had a couple of babies
 Had a couple of shooters
 Caught a murder case, fingerprints on the gun they assumin'
 But witnesses couldn't prove it
 That was back when he turned his back and they killed his cousin
 He beat the case and went back to hustlin'
 Bird-shufflin', Anthony rang
 The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang
 That 5.0 thing, they say 5-0 came
 Circlin' parking lots and parking spots
 And hoppin' out while harrassin' the corner blocks
 Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it
 He brushed 'em off and walked back to the Kentucky Fried Chicken
 See, at this chicken spot
 There was a light-skinned nigga that talked a lot
 With a curly top and a gap in his teeth
 He worked the window, his name was Ducky
 He came from the streets, the Robert Taylor Homes
 Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome
 Drove to California with a woman on him and 500 dollars
 They had a son, hopin' that he'd see college
 Hustlin' on the side with a nine-to-five to freak it
 Cadillac Seville, he'd ride his son around on weekends
 Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket
 'Cross the street from the projects, Anthony planned to rob it
 Stuck up the place before, back in '84
 That's when affiliation was really eight gears of war
 So many relatives tellin' us, sellin' us devilish works
 Killin' us, crime, intelligent, felonious
 Prevalent proposition with 9's
 Ducky was well-aware
 They robbed the manager and shot a customer last year
 He figured he'd get on these niggas' good sides
 Free chicken every time Anthony posted in line
 Two extra biscuits, Anthony liked him and then let him slide
 They didn't kill him, in fact, it look like they're the last to survive
 Pay attention, that one decision changed both of they lives
 One curse at a time
 Reverse the manifest and good karma, and I'll tell you why
 You take two strangers and put 'em in random predicaments
 Give 'em a soul so they can make their own choices and live with it
 20 years later, them same strangers, you make 'em meet again
 Inside recording studios where they reapin' their benefits
 Then you start remindin' them about that chicken incident
 Whoever thought the greatest rapper would be from coincidence?
 Because if Anthony killed Ducky, Top Dawg could be servin' life
 While I grew up without a father and die in a gunfight
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 So, I was takin' a walk the other day