| Oh I’ve been tryna get this loot
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| Oh I’ve been tryna catch the groove
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| I know exactly what to do
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| It’s a huge weight off my mind
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| Tryna get this loot
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| Oh I’ve been tryna catch the groove
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| Oh I know exactly what to do
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| It’s a huge weight off my mind
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| Too hot for the fall
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| Rolling a lot of leaves
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| When I was down and broke
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| I know exactly who spotted me
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| And ironically the drop-out's getting paid in these (?) streets
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| Gazing to the mirror and I promise me honesty
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| Tryna spit it iconically
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| I shifted my thinking from tryna find my peace
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| To tryna design my peace
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| Got too faded made it back to the crib
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| And couldn’t find my keys
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| This life ain’t all the way mine
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| But I done signed my lease
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| You showed the wrong nigga your plan
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| And they throw lots of wrenches
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| Living the only way that I can
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| Dealing with consequences
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| I’m trying to be optimistic but it’s not convincing
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| Not to mention, they was on the fence
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| I knocked them off the fences
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| Every door, they try to lock, breaking off the hinges
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| I can see it in they eyes they feelin' so defenseless
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| I got a hundred in just standing at attention
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| And if life’s a bitch then I’mma fuck her sisters
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| Oh I’ve been tryna get this loot
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| Oh I’ve been tryna catch the groove
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| I know exactly what to do
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| It’s a huge weight off my mind
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| Tryna get this loot
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| Oh I’ve been tryna catch the groove
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| Oh I know exactly what to do
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| It’s a huge weight off my mind |