| I live for my daughters smile
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| Talkin' to my dead homies, it’s been a while (Life)
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| What we’re really here for
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| What most people kill for
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| I’m here right now
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| Won’t steer off the path
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| Still down with the same home town
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| Never disappeared from that mac slum tac
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| South side, hell brown, tell that crowd
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| All I ever promised was I’ll yell it loud
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| Now I kill it like carnivore, just gotta survive
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| And if you think that shit that I write
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| Give me my high pride while I’m still alive, ight
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| Got kids and a wife, ight
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| Gotta fish me a bitch to the middle of the night
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| Maybe you can find em' at the finish line
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| With a bitch named life tryna' twist the knife
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| Stressful, head to toe, you gotta roll with the evident flow
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| When the ache takes hold, medicate, let it go
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| Just wanna be left alone
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| Guess that makes me an asshole
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| Lock the door, disconnect the phone
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| Still feel like I ain’t got no control
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| And when it’s my turn to die
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| Put me in the dirt, let me fortify
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| Til' them I’mma learn to fly
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| Find me in the morning sky
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| And I can see that the sun’s a circle
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| Wonderin' why we run in circles
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| I’m tryna' get it thorough
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| Before I become a mural
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| (Life)
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| They pray I’mma fall
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| Left my name on the wall
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| When I die, they gon' know me (Life)
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| When I go, I’mma live forever
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| Angels cryin', tear drops, perfect weather
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| I live for my daughters smile
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| Talkin' to my dead homies, it’s been a while (Life)
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| What we’re really here for
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| What most people kill for
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| Mind gone
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| Early 80's
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| Mom’s had her first baby
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| I held her hand when her eye’s closed
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| Man, I miss her laugh
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| Why we live fast?
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| Why we get some cash and watch friends change?
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| I don’t play them games, I’m a grown man
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| Still rap, grow plants
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| Smoked out my tour bus
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| Don’t kill my vibe, I’m on stage at twenty-five
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| When they scream, I feel alive
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| Shht, don’t need no middle man
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| I need all of that
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| In a hotel room with a groupie girl
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| Fuck one time, don’t call her back
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| Love you now, not when I’m gone
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| Frisco shit, I’m still at home
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| When my daughter leaves, I’mma feel alone
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| I’m back in the streets where the killers roam
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| Still here in this crazy world
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| Gave my heart to my baby girl
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| King pin, I touch weight for real
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| I been around the world like a Navy seal
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| Take pills, need a break for real
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| Gave up love, had to take it slow
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| Why die young, I’mma hate to go
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| Flip ten pounds for our player shelf
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| Underground, just the way I like
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| The good die young, that’s the way of life
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| Got a full deck, but I play it right
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| Keep a big gun where I lay at night
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| (Life)
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| They pray I’mma fall
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| Left my name on the wall
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| When I die, they gon' know me (Life)
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| When I go, I’mma live forever
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| Angels cryin', tear drops, perfect weather
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| I live for my daughters smile
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| Talkin' to my dead homies, it’s been a while (Life)
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| What we’re really here for
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| What most people kill for
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| Another day, another dollar to flip
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| My phone hot, when I talk, does it click?
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| Feds pulled me off the plane
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| Went through all of my shit
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| This was right around the time that my mom got sick
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| She was strong the whole time and I just wanted to flip
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| I tried to feed her ice chips and rub water on her lips
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| Her little hands turned cold
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| I told her please don’t leave
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| Your grand daughter’s two years old
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| I dropped two albums in the same month
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| Doing anything for cash, plus my trap dried up
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| Mom passed, then my baby mama left
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| It was hard for a while and I was down for a sec
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| Fab put me on with Wiz, I was back to the pack
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| Chillin' around the gang had me thinkin' about rap
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| But nah, I red light flights to Atlantic
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| Club mention me and ice, pourin' mud in the Fanta
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| Mayoka, I was on TV
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| A couple months later, I signed with T. G
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| Two weeks later, the F.E.D's had my bank on freeze
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| Plus they just hit E
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| Life changes, I got my own clothing
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| In a five bedroom home all alone
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| Chain smokin', nights passed
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| I remember that car
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| I saw the Bentley on the news, I used to ride in that car
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| I’m on tour, this the life of a star
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| I’m in a small town tryna hide from the law
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| I ripped open the seal
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| In the hot box, bout' to smoke out with B-Real
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| I made two EP’s before DS3
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| Now rest in peace to Jack, It’s been hard to sleep |
| Life changes, I think about my daughter
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| How I go from sellin' blow to sellin' Hemp Water
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| Man, I did an album with Cam
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| And woke up to a letter from Gucci Mane
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| Such a trip, bring ice and Jack back
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| I miss talkin' to my mother, where’s my lighter at?
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| It’s time to smoke
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| This here’s for grown folks
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| I sit alone in my room with a lost stare
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| In the same bed that my mama lost her life
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| Yeah, toss and turn havin' dreams, it was just a dream
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| They died when I was young, I was just a teen
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| Got a quiet son, I can’t even speak about him
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| No IG, or Facebook, or tweet about him
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| Anything that’s on my mind, I gotta deal with
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| Signed in 07', down the drain where that deal went
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| Radio banned me, they don’t even mention me
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| Can’t ignore the fact that I made Bay area history
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| Stretch switched sides on me, thought he would ride for me
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| But it ain’t no love lost, shit, he still a big homie
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| I was doing burners, to him it was just business
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| Fans left me for dead, guess they thought I was finished
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| I never wanted credit for hookin' Berner with Wiz
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| I just connected my brothers, I’m glad they handled they biz
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| Doin' for they kids, what I be doin' for lead
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| Open my baby mama, all this room to forgive
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| Mama talk to me often, I can hear her voice
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| «Don't give up Stan», Mama, I ain’t got a choice
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| Just bought Maserati, fresh off the lot
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| And a house in the hills, with a three car garage
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| Six bedrooms, overlookin' the Bay
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| With my plaques on the wall, you’ll love where I stay
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| I could drop a CD mama, and you on the cover
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| Dedicated to you, daddy, and my brother
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| I’m gettin' older and wiser
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| Makin' smarter decisions
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| You grow through what you go through, it’s all about livin'
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| I wanna say keep your head up to my people in prison
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| To all my dreamers out there, keep holdin' your vision
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| No matter what, god got your back
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| Rest in peace to my big brother Jack
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