| Will of faith
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| Go both ways
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| Stack that cake
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| No bad days
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| No bad days
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| She get face
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| They give praise
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| No bad days
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| Will of faith
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| Go both ways
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| Stack that cake
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| No bad days
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| No bad days
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| She get face
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| They give praise
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| No bad days
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| Will of faith
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| Go both ways
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| Stack that cake
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| No bad days
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| No bad days
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| She get face
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| They give praise
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| No bad days
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| Do what I want, bet I’ma ball, bet I’ma stunt
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| Never complain, never gon' fade, never gon' punt
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| Kicked out my place, slept on the floor
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| But I still made it
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| Yeah, switched up the play, switched up the flow
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| Bitch I’m the greatest
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| Uh, I’m with the freeze, keeping it
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| Fucking a pro, yeah
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| But fuck the police, the
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| Manifestation, practice it daily
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| Got it from Fresco
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| My enemies hate me, hoes wanna rate me
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| Vamonos, let’s go!
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| I heard you was looking for me
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| Will of faith
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| Go both ways
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| Stack that cake
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| No bad days
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| No bad days
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| She get face
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| They give praise
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| No bad days
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| Will of faith
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| Go both ways
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| Stack that cake
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| No bad days
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| No bad days
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| She get face
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| They give praise
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| No bad days
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| Will of faith
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| Go both ways
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| Stack that cake
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| No bad days
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| No bad days
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| She get face
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| They give praise
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| No bad days
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| Pick your head up (bounce)
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| Pick your head up (bounce)
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| Lift your hands up (bounce)
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| Pick your head up (bounce) (Holy shit that’s him!)
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| Bop your head (bounce)
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| Bop your head (bounce)
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| Bop your head (bounce)
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| Bop your head (bounce)
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| Look, I ain’t have a bad day go down in a minute
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| Got women tryna text my phone, I don’t pay attention
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| Got a lady back at home, that’s unnecessary tension
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| Hair don' got so long, they think I don' got extensions
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| Take it down, snatch up short, just what’s she been missing
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| Out the, I work out, and get back to my mission
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| Flexed up, powered up, now they back tracking mistakes
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| Man, you should have never started with us, now you boys gotta pay
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| I need, I ain’t in love with money, money the root of all evil
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| And I can’t it from it — sorry, can’t take it with me
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| Ain’t nothing around me to lift me
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| My concentration get shifted, meditation get iffy
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| I need a J and a sticky, make sure it’s pulling and potent
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| They tell me stop what I’m doing, I just go though the motion
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| I count my cash in the open, then I ash in the ocean
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| Unless you one of the homies I never pass when I’m smoking
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| It’s Mr. «Walk-it-like-I-talk-it» when I’m smoking on the doja
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| It’s no bad days here and I meant that when I told ya
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| We play all of our cards right, pokerface, don’t fold up
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| You ain’t fooling nobody, we knew you was fraud when you showed up
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| I hate counterfeit bills, I hate counterfeit people
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| These niggas ain’t really duos, they just tryna do what we do
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| See these rappers can’t act right, but I see it’s like Pac life
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| Since they came through with theyself, they double up for half price
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| Yeah, you thought that you were slick, you were slick, huh?
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| Thought nobody seen you falling off your shit, huh?
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| Thought nobody knew you needed a new clique, huh?
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| Now you looking stupid, ever since you switched
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| I’ve been forgiving them people for their past ways
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| Asking God to still bless 'em on they pathway
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| I just flick it out the window, ain’t no ashtray
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| Yeah, that way, you know, no bad days
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| Now bounce
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| We really the greatest at this shit, man
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| Yeah, shit, I’m gone |