| I could never be the same like you
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| It just won’t do, it just won’t do
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| I asked the pastor, what’s the fastest way to Heaven
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| He said Porsche 911, with the Turbo
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| Took a shot of Cuervo, snatched the keys and got my swerve on
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| Screaming out «I won’t be back!», that I put my balls and word on
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| I hope my demons won’t relapse
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| I’m grippin grain and switching lanes evading fame and maiden name
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| How in the fuck I survive? |
| I don’t even know myself I ask myself everyday I’m
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| alive
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| Don’t nobody know me until somebody owe me mine
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| Watch somebody gon be lyin
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| Jump the border line and then I turned my water wine
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| Cuz all that shit there watered down
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| Now come get some porterhouse
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| I don’t beg, borrow ever
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| Today, tomorrow never
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| My nigga I got my own pair
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| My nigga I’m on my own hill
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| Hustling, making moves under city lights, they know my name (know my name,
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| they know my name)
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| I make this shit look easy but believe me it’s been so much pain (so much pain)
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| I’m losing all my partners cuz the police tryna lock us
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| It’s just me, my dope, and choppa
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| Ain’t too many roads to choose
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| I refuse to lose, I can never be the same like you
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| It just won’t do
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| It just won’t do
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| I pour my heart all in my arts, skeletons all in my dark
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| Just a felon hella drunk and stumbled in a synagogue
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| Cognac and ten cigars, dirty guns and messy wards
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| Ain’t no private jets and tours, just some partners, hoes, and Coors
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| Hit the interstate for dinner plates cuz this here ain’t gon' do
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| Child support is late, and this cut cocaine just ain’t gon' move
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| And this nigga owe me money so we traded that in jewels
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| Caught a case and made the news, now I’m forced to make the rules
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| Hustling, making moves under city lights, they know my name (know my name,
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| they know my name)
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| I make this shit look easy but believe me it’s been so much pain (so much pain)
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| I’m losing all my partners cuz the police tryna lock us
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| It’s just me, my dope, and choppa
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| Ain’t too many roads to choose
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| I refuse to lose, I can never be the same like you
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| It just won’t do
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| It just won’t do
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| It’s just me, my dope, and choppa
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| Counting money on the carpet
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| I’ma sell it 'til I sold it
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| I’ma wet, whip it, lock it
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| (I can never be the same like you)
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| (It just won’t do)
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| (It just won’t do)
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| Hustling, making moves under city lights, they know my name (know my name,
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| they know my name)
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| I make this shit look easy but believe me it’s been so much pain (so much pain)
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| I’m losing all my partners cuz the police tryna lock us
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| It’s just me, my dope, and choppa
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| Ain’t too many roads to choose
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| I refuse to lose, I can never be the same like you
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| It just won’t do
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| It just won’t do |