| Riding on my bike
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| And
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| Thinking bout my life
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| I’d rather have a benz
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| Kids and a wife
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| This shit ain’t no dream
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| This my every night
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| Make me wanna finish school
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| And put down the mic
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| But I caint
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| Because my mom ain’t raise no pussy n*gga
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| And broke niggas
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| With no dreams
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| Get no pussy n*gga
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| All these demons
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| On my back
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| Gotta gettem em off
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| Try to intercept my dreams
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| And you will get mossed
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| Aye
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| When my mind get full
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| I let that over flow
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| Dip my pen
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| Inside the ink
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| Then you know it’s ova fo'
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| Write mo hits than OVO
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| No chief keef
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| But I’m born to GLO
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| N I don’t got that much time to give
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| But I know these h**s gon want it tho
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| So I sit my demons down
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| And tell them niggas
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| Please chill
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| Then I walk out on that block
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| And pray the cops don’t leave me there
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| Then I take this notebook out
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| And write down what you needa hear
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| See I let my soul glow
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| And I ain’t even need the hair
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| HOOK
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| It feel like I’m grinding for life
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| 1 2 3 demons on me every night
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| You can never tell me if I’m wrong or if I’m right
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| Cause you don’t know me nigga
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| You don’t know my life
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| VERSE 2 (MVCK)
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| You ever felt rock bottom?
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| With the white walls
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| & the Hennessy
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| & all you got to get
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| Thought the day
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| Is this half pint
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| & yo memories
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| Cus yo people left
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| When that storm came
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| & yo hope left
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| Right behind em
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| & ol' girl probably boutta pop
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| Cus yo ass ain’t use no condom
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| They done warned me bout
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| The rain
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| Since a young’n
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| But the panties help
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| Suppress the demons
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| On my shoulder
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| They been working on me
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| They been gunning 4 me
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| I’m getting better and they
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| Getting older
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| Shit getting harder
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| But I’m getting sharper
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| A menace
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| A martyr
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| Like fuck what they told us
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| A right & a wrong that could lead me to hell
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| Or my heaven on earth
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| Nigga look what they showed us
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| I won’t be victim &
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| I won’t be broken
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| If this is my chance
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| Ima take it & run
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| I give you
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| My soul &
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| My plight &
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| My grind
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| & the dirt that I voice
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| From the rose
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| On my tongue
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| Call me what you want
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| Just never say that I gave up
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| Niggas gave in & switched up
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| I done flamed up
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| Got the name up
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| Put my time in
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| Like I punch the clock
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| & it’s just begun I
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| Won’t ever stop
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| This the only thang
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| A nigga ever wanted
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| So I’m breathing
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| On it
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| Like I’m ducking cops
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| Everyday widdit
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| Like a ball player
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| & im grinding hard need to
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| Say a prayer
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| 4 you
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| Judge a nigga
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| If I’m wrong or right
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| Cus you don’t know me
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| Nigga
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| & you don’t know my life |