| They say the life that we live ain’t promised
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| But I been headin' down this road from a youngin
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| I used to feel those hunger pains in my stomach
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| They never thought I would make it, now I got it
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| In my hood I am a star, could’ve went and bought a watch
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| But instead I bought a belt down and sit right on my block
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| And they say that life we livin' ain’t promising tomorrow
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| It ain’t promising tomorrow
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| We gon' let 'em make assumptions
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| We gon' live to see tomorrow
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| And them doughboys make them dumps
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| Gotta watch out for the cops
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| And them shooters load that pump
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| Gotta hit 'em from afar
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| Gotta watch the bitches you fuck
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| They’ll burn you through that condom
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| Gotta watch the niggas you trust
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| They’ll send bullets through your body
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| And it’s 'posed to be just us
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| But these niggas move too funny
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| We ain’t hangin' 'round no junkies
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| We ain’t hangin' 'round no dummies
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| On tour, we fuckin' snow bunnies
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| If Von fuckin', need her buddy
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| Then we switchin', ain’t no cuddlin'
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| It’s late, I need my cut in
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| You finesse me, you ain’t my brother
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| Then them bullets get to touch you
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| No nigga, this ain’t no T’ussin
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| This drink, you gotta love it
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| In the streets, I’m so above it
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| Gotta watch over all my brothers, yeah yeah
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| They say the life that we live ain’t promised
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| But I been headin' down this road from a youngin
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| I used to feel those hunger pains in my stomach
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| They never thought I would make it, now I got it
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| In my hood I am a star, could’ve went and bought a watch
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| But instead I bought a belt down and sit right on my block
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| And they say that life we livin' ain’t promising tomorrow
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| It ain’t promising tomorrow
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| Gotta choose what make you better
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| I love my bitch, I be so careful
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| If I ever was to fall, Durk send that ladder
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| Man, I promise I miss my dawg, right now I’ma let him
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| And I remember we used to crawl, but now we steppers
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| Fast cars with the silver pedal
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| That bitch she get sentimental
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| Can’t put drugs in my system
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| Just make me lose my mentals
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| At shows, I don’t need credentials
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| I’m an artist, I got potential
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| And I ride with all these sinners
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| Pray the Lord, He just forgive us, yeah, yeah
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| Pray the Lord, He just forgive us, yeah, yeah
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| Pray the Lord, He just forgive us, yeah, yeah
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| Send his bullet right through his tissue, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Put the nigga right out his misery, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| They say the life that we live ain’t promised
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| But I been headin' down this road from a youngin
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| I used to feel those hunger pains in my stomach
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| They never thought I would make it, now I got it
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| In my hood I am a star, could’ve went and bought a watch
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| But instead I bought a belt down and sit right on my block
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| And they say that life we livin' ain’t promising tomorrow
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| It ain’t promising tomorrow
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| DJ, yeah, let’s go, let’s go |