| Living the dream
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| They wanna see me fall
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| They wanna see me fail
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| But I just keep taking the lead
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| Making 'em follow my trail
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| I was in court on New Year’s Eve
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| And they didn’t even give me bail
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| My dream became a nightmare
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| Me locked behind the bars of a cell
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| Inhale the fire in hell
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| But I knew that time would tell
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| And I know a lot of reckless things
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| Made me break up with my girl
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| All the drugs and drink
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| Didn’t really go down to well
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| I ended up
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| Behind bars in jail
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| My head weren’t feeling good
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| And I weren’t feeling too well
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| They wouldn’t give me my calls
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| So I let me get into my cell
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| One day, I was on track
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| Next day, I flew off the rail
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| In this industry, you’ve gotta try
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| And maintain and remain yourself
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| Forget the cars and girls
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| All the money and wealth
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| It’s about feeding your family
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| Eating good and focus on health
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| CD on the shelf
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| Attitude on stealth
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| I ain’t tryna help these niggas no more
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| Do I look like help?
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| OK, dem man are hot now?
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| Come, we watch them melt
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| These niggas try hang with man
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| I’ll hang man with my Gucci belt
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| Top 20 in the charts
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| The feeling I felt
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| The labels didn’t wanna help me
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| I had to go out and do it myself
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| They said grime is dead
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| When grime is alive
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| I wanna know who said that
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| Right now, damn, that nigga just lied
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| I come back for the game
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| Just give me five
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| They better start laying out red carpet
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| Anytime man arrive |