| Should I be rolling this up?
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| Should there be ice in this cup?
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| Should my girl know me this well?
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| Should I be writing this drunk?
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| Level me out with this weed
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| Fuck on her good then she leave
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| Do not disturb on my phone
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| Cut music on and repeat
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| Say that I think on myself too much
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| You know millenials don’t give fucks
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| Baby boomers not as dope as us
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| Left us for dead like: you broke, good luck!
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| So willem say give 'em a triplet
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| Give us a budget, we triple it
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| If you tripping off the shit I said
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| You niggas sensitive
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| Live for myself, fuck opinions
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| Could learn a lot from this shit we live
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| I know one day they gone come for me
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| Pull up and wreck trying to take my chain
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| I’ma do them just like X you see
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| Fight to the death 'cause there’s death in me
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| For real, y’all niggas scared
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| Y’all niggas follow so y’all niggas dead
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| You just accept your faith
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| Following orders 'cause thinking too much for your head
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| And they tell me to my face I’m the crazy one
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| But I was told to give your all until your days are done
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| Yeah, it’s work, but work ain’t never hurt nobody |
| Word to «jo» you gotta trust the process
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| Like waking up and going jogging
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| Doing push ups while you chilling smoking one
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| When will I be living again?
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| When will I be home?
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| When will I be living again?
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| When will I be living again?
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| When will I be home?
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| When will I be living again?
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Sometimes I’m god as if charlamagne
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| Hit all the notes, I can hardly sing
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| Success, the fame, my novocaine
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| The world in my hands when you call my name
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| My mind outta place and my thoughts? |
| (Ayy) Berkley telegraph ave (Ayy)
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| Way outta range, feel like a stranger
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| Out of the safe zone, probably in danger
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| Shit
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| Cause I got caught up in the moment
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| Sort of lost the reason, the reason why I’m toastin'
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| And I know it probably is, but it don’t feel important, no
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| Regardless where I went or go, I been gettin'
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| Amused by my muse, kissed on my boots
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| Praised by the news when revealing my blues
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| Everything good, everything good
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| Get drowned in the juice if I’m not in the mood
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| Everything good, if that’s what you choose |
| And I chose ye I chose, I rose, got the views
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| Enjoyed it a minute then I lit the fuse
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| Of the fireworks, everybody confused
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| 'Cause they don’t get it and I don’t either
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| But nobody care once I turn up the speaker, they vibe
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| Fill up the freezer, they slide
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| Seize it like Caesar and now they got fright
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| I’m sorry, not as intended
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| Take what you want, just don’t get arrested
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| As long as we champs by the end of the season
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| You can spend all to my name once I’m leaving
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| Peace
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| When will I be living again?
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| When will I be home?
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| When will I be living again?
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| When will I be living again?
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| When will I be home?
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| When will I be living again?
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| Will this path ever lead me home?
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| Will this path lead me home?
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| Will this path ever lead me home?
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| Will this path lead me home?
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| Will this path ever lead me home?
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| Will this path lead me home? |