| I came from drop tops and old school Chevy’s
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| Dope boys rollin' through, shittin' on ya heavy
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| Fifteens in the trunk beatin' down your block
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| Only 4 years old when Biggie got shot
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| I remember playing on the block, hanging on the block
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| Young niggas slanging on the block, getting off them rocks
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| Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now
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| Weather still getting colder, we could change the weather now
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| But I…
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| Came up in criminal days
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| Living these criminal ways, what can I say
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| Hugging the block every day
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| Grindin' and making a way
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| And that I pray, for better days
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| That it don’t be the same tomorrow
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| Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle
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| And say
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| (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
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| I pray for more better days
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| (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
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| I know that I can feel change
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| (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
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| I pray for more better days
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| (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
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| I know that I can feel change
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| Everyday ain’t good but everyday ain’t bad
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| Mama always said show thanks for what you have
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| Boy never forget to realize you’re blessed
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| This cold world can rot you if you let it
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| Now I’m out here tryna get it, really out here tryna get it
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| Always knew that I would make it, maybe it was so prophetic
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| Cause I came from the bottom and the humbleness beginnings
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| From the youngest nigga grindin' to the youngest nigga wining
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| Came up in criminal days
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| Living these criminal ways, what can I say
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| Hugging the block every day
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| Grindin' and making a way
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| And that I pray, for better days
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| That it don’t be the same tomorrow
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| Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle
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| And say
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| (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
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| I pray for more better days
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| (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
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| I know that I can feel change
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| (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
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| I pray for more better days
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| (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
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| I know that I can feel change
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| 'Fore you die you make your mark and reach new levels
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| Want the bread, want the diamonds and the bezels
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| And if these bitches that you want, have several
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| Just gotta know, lotta shit’s temporary
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| It won’t last, no, no, it won’t last, no
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| Meaning it til' here
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| Next thing you know it’s all gone
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| That’s why I been on my grizzy outchea
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| Long as I grind, better days are near
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| Came up in criminal days
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| Living these criminal ways, what can I say
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| Hugging the block every day
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| Grindin' and making a way
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| And that I pray, for better days
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| That it don’t be the same tomorrow
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| Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle
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| And say
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| (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
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| I pray for more better days
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| (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
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| I know that I can feel change
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| (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
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| I pray for more better days
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| (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
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| I know that I can feel change |