| Made a way, out of no way
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| Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
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| So you know
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| Made a way, out of no way
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| Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
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| Gonna be okay
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| Made a way, out of no way
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| Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
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| So you know
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| Made a way, out of no way
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| Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
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| Gonna be okay
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| I can spare a rib to get my baby back
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| I just wanna fall asleep with my baby, yeah
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| So I don’t wake up wonder where my baby at
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| I wonder if we’d make it back
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| I wonder can I pay her back, be her baby dad
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| 65th and Ingleside
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| Way before Jaime got his jingles right
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| I was sleeping with you every single night
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| But I was still tryna act single right
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| 65th and Ingleside
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| I was stacking chips like bingo night
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| I didn’t have to pay for a single light
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| So I’ma make sure everything go right
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| Made a way, out of no way
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| Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
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| So you know anyway not a no way
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| Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
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| Gonna be okay
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| Your sister owned the house we lived in
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| On the east side that you rented
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| Little two flat, inexpensive
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| I didn’t have a glove to pitch in
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| I didn’t have a pot to piss in
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| Not to mention Ingle city
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| Not a lot of jobs with pensions
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| All my raps was bout suspension
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| Then one day Donald took me on tour
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| Young broke Chano ain’t broke no more
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| Thought you wouldn’t want me come and knock on your doorstep
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| But I still haven’t given you what’s yours yet
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| 65th &Ingleside
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| Moved downtown for a single life
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| None of my stars ever twinkled bright
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| 'Till God decide to come bring you by
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| Made a way, out of no way
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| Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
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| So you know
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| Made a way, out of no way
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| Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
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| Gonna be okay
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| Where’s the return on investment?
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| My friends saying 'Nah! |
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| That shit was played unless you were here playing the car
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| We hit the Shell station, I tell you stay in the car
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| Back in the spot, don’t put it in park
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| Leave that bitch running in case I come running
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| And skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, grab the gold scar
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| Better get late 'for it’s dark
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| Kensli couldn’t play in the park
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| Now she can play in the stars
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| High rise, eye to eye with firework
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| So high your ears fire, they might’ve burst
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| Every time they buy a verse, I buy a purse
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| But you can’t buy back time, it’s just not how it works
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| Three jobs, you afforded the crib
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| Fuck child support, you supported the kid
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| A full rack a month, nothing short of my rib
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| So you first up, go and order a dib
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| My big homie told me «Nigga growth and development
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| Go and settle down, don’t settle for settlement»
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| She got you closer to God than you two ever been
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| She moved over from Evanston, you moved over from Eggleston
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| First lady you knew you came there
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| Got shit sunny now you can’t share
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| New Dad step in you can’t stare
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| You know the power in a woman that could lead you in prayer
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| On 65th &Ingleside
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| Feel like you can remember every single lie
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| Truth is I just really need your finger size
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| So I can make sure they make the ring so tight
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| Made a way, out of no way
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| Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
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| So you know
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| Made a way out of no way
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| Swear I know everything’s gonna be okay
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| Gonna be okay |