| Oh lord, got my hands crossed somebody save me
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| From all these chicks with their pants off I’m going crazy
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| Where that old school Vandross? |
| We in need
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| Tell her take it slow so she won’t be another ho
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| I can’t tiptoe, coming late in bungalow
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| Graduated school now I am heading down another route
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| Fresh rap got me far but niggas set traps
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| Trying to tackle me from the stars but watch me get back
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| We did that shit on our own ain’t have no dispatch
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| City on my shoulders and I’m working on my six pack
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| Never got jacked knock on wood, cause thats what goes down in the hood
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| Going all around the world, but never leaving for good
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| She was riding me heavy
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| Going real hard trying to cut, my girl said she ain’t ready
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| Told her don’t lose my trust cause she my favorite
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| And she know I’m the best man, Young Taye Diggs
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| So much smoke need oxygen
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| Steadily count them Benjamin’s
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| So much smoke need oxygen
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| Steadily count them Benjamin’s
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| So much smoke need oxygen
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| Steadily count them Benjamin’s
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| So much smoke need oxygen
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| Steadily count them Benjamin’s
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| The youngin' jam smashing never on the bandwagon
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| Pull up on that mad fashion but I got my pants saggy
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| Anything you want in life you got to start slow
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| Realize, game proceeded to play my part though
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| Street gave me bad taste with no more ortho
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| Grandma past away, like where my heart go
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| Do you hear me screaming I just let the pen bleed slow
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| At 13 was spitting my story its all on TiVo
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| High off life need oxygen, can’t nobody stop me now
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| The girls took them greyhounds? |
| mean she bust it down
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| Going hard off nitro, I count cheese, fight foes
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| That say what up when I ride around but hate me when I’m gone
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| Niggas ask for my studio I reply in my zone
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| She used to only call my phone now she spend the night in my home
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| Things build and shit grows, we won’t do nothing but get old
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| Drive fast, don’t bypass, just count cash, and stay gold
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| So much smoke need oxygen
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| Steadily count them Benjamin’s
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| So much smoke need oxygen
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| Steadily count them Benjamin’s
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| So much smoke need oxygen
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| Steadily count them Benjamin’s
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| So much smoke need oxygen
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| Steadily count them Benjamin’s
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through
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| Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through |