| More time flies by as the pendulum swings
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| She be talking 'bout having my baby and buying rings
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| A decision like prison but it’s been a few years
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| Man my face should be full of those tattoo tears
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| Cuz now i’m domesticated, no more bagging bitches
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| I’m stressed when she bitching, cuz I ain’t washed the dishes
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| And my clothes all over the floor starts a war
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| Who’s that whore on your Facebook I never seen before?
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| Now I’m Main Source status staring at the front door
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| But she’s so real I really couldn’t ask for any more
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| So I fight with this bitch cuz she worth fighting for
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| Even if we beef cuz I didn’t open up her door
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| But, you don’t know this chick like I know this chick
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| She would probably wipe my ass if I’m old and sick
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| And if I shit my pants, right in the ambulance
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| We still be holding hands, that’s true romance
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| We’re like Dan and Rosanne or Jack and Diane
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| Everything’ll work out, even if there’s no plan
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| And that’s how we’ll live, put family before biz'
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| I just wish that my father could’ve saw our kids
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| That’s a pain I can feel straight through my ribs
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| Every time I shop for bibs, bottles and cribs
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| Is it a boy or a girl, I’m so eager to see
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| I dedicate songs to you for believing in me
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| You’ll see the wonder and the joy life brings (4x)
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| More time flies by as the pendulum swings
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| You know the rhyme, live today but never know what it brings
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| Peace my lord, I’m striving for a better blessing
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| Plus I spent too much time in the department of corrections
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| Trying to change my direction like catching interceptions
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| Easier said than done, word up son
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| My life now, I couldn’t picture before
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| Music got a nigga hopping on planes for tours
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| Fuck CO’s, I’m staying up late eating Doritos
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| Writing flows, to check all these local nigga’s egos
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| A hero to some but a villain to most
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| Fam' witnessing the change, now they feeling the growth
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| For another safe flight, lets put up a toast
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| Cuz tomorrow night I’ll probably be on the left coast
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| And most shows that I do is dedicated to crew
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| So rest in peace Mom Dukes, this one is for you
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| And a love so true, in your stomach I grew
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| Into fruition, poof, appear like a magician
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| Composed ill bars like a classical musician
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| To show you where my heart’s at, I know you still listen |