| I-95 baby
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| Keep rollin
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| Let’s go Tre, it’s your turn daddy
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| Rollin down I-95 (rollin) damn near crash
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| Daydreamin I got cash in my eyes (cash in my eyes)
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| Need to pull it over, put some gas in the ride (gas in the ride)
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| Get some air fresheners and not, pass 65 (not pass 65)
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| Need to make it there to make it back (make it back)
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| Thinkin that, «We Gon' Make It» have faith in that (faith in that)
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| Rollin down I-95 (uh-huh) know I’m dead wrong (dead wrong)
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| But I’m stayin headstrong cause I’m tryin to survive (tryin to survive)
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| I came from nothin tryin to beat these streets
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| Lord knows that’s the only way I knew to eat
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| I tried, I tried, I tried that 9 to 5
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| But minimum wage is just no way for a young black man to survive
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| But the game is getting harder, and life is getting deeper
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| And I don’t see no way out, and I can’t see no statehouse
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| But my money’s getting shorter, and my will is getting weaker
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| And I don’t see no way out, so hustling’s my escape route
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| Now I’m rollin down I-95, livin my life
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| And all I wanna do is just shine
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| Y’all don’t hear me, no
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| Roll down I-95, livin my life
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| Cause all I know to do is just grind
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| Do y’all feel me?
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| I copped, I cooked, I bagged, I did whatever it took
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| Knowin that this can’t last forever, I want my children livin better
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| I pray, I pray, I pray someday this all will end
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| No more lookin over my shoulders, and no more buryin my friends
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| Rollin down I-95
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| Hopin that the troopers don’t look at my ride (uh-uh)
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| Thought about the game when I was cookin my pies
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| Looked at my kids, then I looked at my wife
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| I don’t wanna keep hustlin for too long (uh-uh)
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| But I don’t wanna keep strugglin, it’s too wrong (damn)
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| Lookin at the stash, one trip and it’s on
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| Now I gotta leave, hit the whip and I’m gone
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| Now you know everything is ill on the streets
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| Needless to say that my will’s gettin weak
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| Money gettin short and my life gettin deep
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| Plus I got bills from my head to my feet (bills)
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| Now somebody say a prayer with the God
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| And I don’t wanna spend another day in the yard (nah)
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| Why play the game if the game gettin hard?
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| But we still on I-95 and we rollin so hard
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| (Keep hustlin!) I can’t keep hustlin, for the rest of my life
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| (Keep hustlin!) I can’t keep hustlin, for the rest of my life
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| (Keep on hustlin!) I can’t keep hustlin, for the rest of my life
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| (Keep hustlin!) I can’t keep hustlin, for the rest of my life
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| (Keep on hustlin!)
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| w/ ad libs to fade |