| Life goes on
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| Life goes on, baby, baby
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| Life goes on
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| Yeah (yeah), they was watchin my pockets while I was poppin my tags
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| Stayin friends with my friends has been the impossible task
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| If I had a dollar for every friend that I thought that would last
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| I’d hit my head on the ceiling, standin on top of my cash
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| You just tryin to be playa, they just tryin to play you
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| Soon as you get in some trouble, we’ll see who tryin to save you
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| Promise you that the day you try to hit me with betrayal
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| I’m a smell your cologne, I’ll be so close on your trail
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| And the homie you really thought was the realest a snitch
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| I’m the person you call when you tryin to get out a ditch
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| Yeah I’m talkin to you, wear the shoe if it fits
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| The broke people that know you, gon' say you changed when your rich (uh)
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| I’m on the screen shinin, so get with the program
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| Money’s the team baby and I am the spokesman
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| The trophy is more grands, I hold it with both hands
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| I shook off the haters after I told them
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| Haha, I used to be such a playa, 'til I hopped out of the game
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| Plenty knowledge and dollars, I went to college with fame
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| Used to look ya relationships like a positive thang
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| 'Til I turned into a bank account to deposit your blame
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| Used to be such a player but now I’m only a ref
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| So when I tell ya ya fouled and you can only accept
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| Still hungry as ever, somebody show me a chef
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| Appetite for the money, so stick a fork in the rest
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| Unless you callin my mother, I know she love me the best
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| (Still N Luv Wit My Money), 'cause money love me to death
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| Used to promise my lady we’d have the loveliest sex
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| Was in love with the hunnies but they just loved me and left
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| All the groupies that’s callin me thought I didn’t exist
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| Yeah I’m talkin to you, wear the shoe if it fits
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| She put death on her lips, tried to give me a kiss
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| But I turned my head away so she would miss, now
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| What it looks like, yeah
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| 'Cause I ain’t speakin through music to try to get ya to dance
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| Tryin to get ya to just give the bigger picture a glance
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| Record label get mad, you can keep the advance
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| You could blame it on me and say it was me when they ask
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| Yeah he came with a mic, they had came with a knife
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| Yeah he died on the spot but after savin his wife
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| See the pain that I write, it ain’t a thang to recite
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| Ain’t a thang 'cause really I’m just explainin my life
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| I could tell ya to smile but it would sound kind of sad
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| I could talk about music but it would sound like I’m mad
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| 'Cause the first thing I thought about when my pen hit the pad
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| Is before I finish this song, another partner passed
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| Yes it does
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| Life goes on and on and on
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| On and on
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| Ohhhhh, ohhhhh
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| Life goes on
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| Yeeeeeah
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| Yes it does |