| From the West but I’m heading to the Northside
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| That’s the top, I need a crib on the shoreside
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| I need a backyard full court size
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| From where the judge is the only thing that’s courtside
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| Chasing money in the city of crime
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| Cashback so then it’s black bags under my eyes
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| Man fuck it I got a dream worth more than my sleep
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| To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats
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| Man fuck these hating ass bitches I’m gone
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| They told me no then I reverse it I’m on, I’m on!
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| I’m on, I’m on, they told me no then I reverse it I’m on
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| Mama had two jobs I know that she was working for me
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| Ten years later, hired to working for me
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| Hired the whole family like mobsters
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| Getting paid off our operation we ain’t even doctors
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| Grandma called, see me on the Billboards around the city
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| Man going around around the world so many times I’m dizzy
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| London or Japan, Orlando, Walt Disney
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| Paris, Abu-Dhabi, California weed twistin' yup!
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| Texas to Toronto where they love that nigga Drizzy
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| All the way to Detroit, the whole city fucking with me
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| Heading to the money, whole city coming with me
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| And I’mma rep the city 'til the reaper come and get me yup!
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| And this is how life should go
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| Everything I wanted never seem so close
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| Good people, good drinks, good smoke
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| Got me thinking this is how life should go
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| This is how life should go
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| Everything I wanted never seem so close
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| Family all around, all highs no lows
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| Got me thinking this is how life should go
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| Sitting back, putting all my issues in a swisher
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| I keep it funky with my Mrs, fuck these other bitches
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| And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual
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| ‘Cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few
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| The upper percentile
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| Whipping whatever I, 460LS you
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| I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle
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| Know that it’s God working
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| Police got the swine flu and these niggas is reptiles
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| Yeah, Maybach poetic genius
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| You buying a seven jeans, keep mine in a 7 Bimmer
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| I’m trampolining on niggas and I actually mean it
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| A fly nigga, I keep having a gravity grievance
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| And while these niggas keep hating, they be asking for features
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| That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for Jesus
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| Riding around without a fuck given
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| Behind them dirty plates like a catcher with a mitten
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| The best in my position, I’m passionate with lyrics
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| And they ain’t fucking with the kid like Chris Hansen in the kitchen
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| I’m handsome to these women, I’m envied by these no ones
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| That’s no Joakim Noah, nigga everybody know us
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| And even if you don’t drink everybody po' up
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| ‘Cause all these hating niggas probably never gon' show up
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| Never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer
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| Even when I’m open, it’s nothing to Ed Cota wassup
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| And this is how life should go
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| Everything I wanted never seem so close
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| Good people, good drinks, good smoke
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| Got me thinking this is how life should go
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| This is how life should go
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| Everything I wanted never seem so close
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| Family all around, all highs no lows
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| Got me thinking this is how life should go
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| Part II: «All I Know» ft. Wiz Khalifa
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| Could you tell me where to go? |
| I need direction
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| Where are we now? |
| Where’s the intersection?
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| Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception
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| In this cold world, it’s all about collection
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| So I, I stack paper and keep it ghetto
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| Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world
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| I made a promise to the mirror
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| That I’d, never ever ever go broke
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| Riding through the city, I be riding through the city
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| All I know is bad bitches, I got Finally Famous with me though
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| Plenty smoke, plenty rolled
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| So I’mma drink and smoke and fuck and go go go
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| Like it’s all I know, all I know
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| Like it’s all I know, all I know
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| Like it’s all I know, all I know
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| All I know, all I know -ow -ow
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| -ow -ow -ow
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| All I know, all I know -ow -ow
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| -ow -ow -ow
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| All I know, all I know -ow -ow
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| -ow -ow -ow
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| All I know, all I know -ow -ow
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| -ow -ow -ow
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| All I know, all I know -ow -ow
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| -ow -ow -ow
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| All I know, all I know -ow -ow
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| -ow -ow -ow
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| All I know, all I know -ow -ow
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| -ow -ow -ow
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| All I know, all I know -ow -ow
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| -ow -ow -ow
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| Well, I’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities
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| Got my carry-on but really wish I had a pound with me though |
| My watch is thirty thousand dollars, Dolce and Gabbana
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| I done spent so much in Prada, I don’t wanna know
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| I’m the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now
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| No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints
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| Seen the how-to video now he on point
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| And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one
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| If I ever hand you some weed, it’s free, you don’t owe me none
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| Just put on one of me or Big Sean’s CDs and roll me some
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| And there’s only one, you know you know
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| Khalifa guy, I stay high like Pluto
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| Okay, I’m going hard (I'm going hard), I’m going dumb (I'm going dumb)
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| I’m going in (I'm going in), 'til I’m going numb ('til I’m going numb)
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| I got a lot to say, I don’t hold my tongue
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| I just hold money, don’t hold me up
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| Rolling in more green than a hole in one
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| You got more than me? |
| Then shit roll somethin'
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| See I be off of that tree, people tell me I shouldn’t be
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| But early on, my mom taught me that everything green is good for me
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| I wake up to three girls, my role model is Hugh Hef
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| I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck
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| I don’t dance, I two-step, my weed loud, it suplex
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| I came up from that basement, man straight up out of that duplex
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| Bitch, if I ain’t a G, I’m an OG
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| Two fingers on my joint, one to the police
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| So I’mma drink and smoke and fuck and go go go
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| Like it’s all I know, all I know
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| Like it’s all I know, all I know
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| Like it’s all I know, all I know
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| All I know, all I know -ow -ow
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| -ow -ow -ow |