| I’m over taxed and underpaid in salary
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| Blue collar, work hard for same mentality
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| New York state of mind, slave to the grind
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| Zoning out in day time to escape reality
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| Refuse to face it when the music’s playing
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| I’m in a psychedelic hallucination
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| Tripping out on some Curtis Mayfield
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| Numb to the pain, Novocain how my face feel
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| You seen that tape real, the whole team know
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| Why we out in va, sipping Mojitos
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| Squash in eagles, it’s swatting mosquitoes
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| When you’re rocking with the boys not in… sloan
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| Cooking it up, pot scheming on the stove
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| Watching my seeds grow, you reaper just soul
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| Either punch in the clock, either leave it alone
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| Me and… job, till got a seat at the throne
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| To rise and fall, understand that every good thing come to a heart ache
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| But that ain’t gonna stop me
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| I’m here until the end baby
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| And if you choose to follow
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| Know that there’s no shortcuts to the promise land
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| But that wouldn’t ever stop me
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| I’m here until the end baby
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| No, I ain’t bout no games about my BI
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| Something low in the bucket you can’t see I
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| Ride slow, with the windows low and the beam’s high
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| No l, just a … I don’t give a fuck
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| I call that man… Howard
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| When that bitch crack your ass better duck
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| Tryina stack my paper up and cop a few dirties
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| But my empire enjoy life with my…
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| Like I said, I’m tryina stack that bread
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| No time for hungry ass hoe, tryina … my bread
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| And any monkey ass disappear, when your pockets ain’t fit
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| A bunch of David Blaines, dealing with this kind of folks you won’t have a thing
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| 25/8 the boys stay on this grizzle main
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| Won’t stop until my name’s surrounded by them shiny thangs
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| I’m unstoppable, anything is possible
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| Leverage in my love overcoming any obstacle
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| The type of love that put hate up in the hospital
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| They tried to find they cure but the found it was inoperable
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| Came no summer, you never knew winter
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| You ain’t been a looser, you ain’t a true winner
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| It ain’t always is champagne dinners
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| I’m about a buck 50 but I used to be…
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| Mixing lunch meat with my scrambled egg
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| The last thing I ate before I went to bed
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| The first thing I ate when I woke up
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| One minute eh, I think about it, I get choked up
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| But I never compromise my integrity
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| And cause of that, a lot of niggas got ahead of me
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| And now that you’re falling off steadily
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| And all the bullshit I went through is a memory |