| Ayy, so I’m just livin' life and I’ma get it
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| And I’ma get these stacks, then I’ma spend it
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| All these people don’t care but I just forget it
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| Fillin' up a Backwood light it up and hit it
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| All these problems in my head ain’t worth attention
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| And I don’t really care about the shit that’s mentioned
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| People talkin' 'bout me but that shit is fiction
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| I don’t pay attention, don’t got time to listen
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| I’m just livin' life, livin' life, yeah
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| But sometimes all this stress has got me blind, yeah
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| Chillin' with my day ones, know we gettin' high, yeah
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| Smokin' up until we reach the fuckin' sky, yeah
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| I’m worrying 'bout my payments, not no lies, yeah
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| Can’t focus on these fakes or all these lies, yeah
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| I’m worrying 'bout my payments, not no lies, yeah
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| Can’t focus on these fakes or all these lies, yeah
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| Ayy, and I’m just chillin', playin' PS2
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| Shout-out all my bros who always stayed true
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| Coolin', dressed in black, I got that BAPE too
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| Bangin' on my chest with those Legend Blues
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| I’m just livin' life, need to tell me how
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| Can’t hate up on this style with this catchy flow
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| All you other rappers spittin' shit for dough
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| I put it all in music, I won’t let it go
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| All you rappers spittin' fake for fake-ass hoes
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| I travel every day just like a lost soul
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| I cope with all these kids and that’s what fills the hole
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| I do it for the fans and not the fuckin' dough
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| Seein' all these people start to quote alone
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| Crazy what this passion does and where it goes
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| I wouldn’t trade it for the world or any hoes
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| I wouldn’t trade it for the world or any hoes, yeah |