| Baby I’m sittin' high
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| Make sure that my fans survive
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| I got a plan to thank God
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| I’m really feelin' blessed now
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| I close my hands to thank God
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| Close my eyes, slow my pride, I don’t mind
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| I don’t mind
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| Yeah a nigga back, I ain’t done yet baby
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| I ain’t stoppin' till I’m ballin' like an upset baby
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| If I fall then I’m crawlin', then I’m straight back to the walkin'
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| You niggas talkin' like stoppin' really ever was an option
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| Always was an artist, how I put together my garments
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| Hustle 200 dollars, spend it all at the Slauson
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| They still was callin' them flawless
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| Don’t matter how much it’s costin'
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| You can shop at a Target and rock it like it’s Versace
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| 'Cause you can buy clothes, you can hire a stylist
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| But you can’t buy sauce, can’t even make a deposit
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| Either don’t got it or you got it
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| Had it before my pockets had anything deep inside it
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| But that’s ok, now I’m whippin', my engine foreign, my windows is tinted
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| Dippin' in women that’s with it, bills and my gas is expensive
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| Don’t you go ever forget it, pray for it that’s why I get
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| Fuck all the fame and the bitches, just making sure that we livin'
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| Baby I’m sittin' high
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| Make sure that my fans survive
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| I got a plan to thank God
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| I’m really feelin' blessed now
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| I close my hands to thank God
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| Close my eyes, slow my pride, I don’t mind
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| I don’t mind
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| I smoke and pray at the same time
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| Hopin' God don’t mind, the fact that I’m high
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| I’m sure he know I’m speakin' through my clearest mind
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| Hoes enticed by what I drive
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| She said that she respect my grind, I know she lyin'
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| She just been researchin' and schemin' online
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| Underground bosses with mainstream shine
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| This here 'bout rhymes, we just preservin' the game, or at least we tryin'
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| My Ferrari caught my younger homie eyes
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| Quicker than his teachers could pull him aside to guide
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| I guess the responsibility is mine
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| Or is I’s, Andretti and Cozz
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| Cold champagne bottles for reluctant role-models
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| You can follow if you can keep up with my Impala
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| Leadership qualities, lavender and violet, while a bitch complete my cypher
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| properly
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| I gotta keep a bad one in the ride with me
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| Got a bitch who known for totin' pistols right along side of me
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| Keepin' an eye on all these niggas who say they’ll die for me
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| Baby I’m sittin' high
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| Make sure that my fans survive
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| I got a plan to thank God
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| I’m really feelin' blessed now
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| I close my hands to thank God
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| Close my eyes, slow my pride, I don’t mind
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| I don’t mind
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| Got a bitch who known for totin' pistols right along side of me
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| Keepin' an eye on all these niggas who say they’ll die for me
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| Got a bitch who known for totin' pistols right along side of me
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| Keepin' an eye on all these niggas who say they’ll die for me |