| Ooh, the death of my soul
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| Ooh, the death of my soul (sell, sell, sell)
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| Ooh, the death of my soul
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| Ooh, the death of my soul
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| West Coast
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| Uh, Young Money
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| I’m looking forward to the future so bright
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| I’m not looking back, 'bout to change my whole life
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| I’ve been hated on man, yeah all of my life
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| Yeah, yeah, all of my life, yeah, yeah, all of my life
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| I’m taking my time and make sure shit is right
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| Can’t wait for the day that they say change their damn minds
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| And say damn Chanel tight, they said damn Chanel tight
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| They said damn Chanel tight, I’m in this for life
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| The struggle is real, yeah, I’m coming from Cali
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| Yeah, deep in the valley, North Hollywood
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| No one pay attention, no one ever mention
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| Alone like detention, so Hollywood
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| I gotta keep hustlin', no, I’m never budgin'
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| 'Til I get a budget, what’s really good?
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| Ain’t up for discussion, blow up like combustion
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| Haters, yeah, we shush 'em, I wish you would
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| Times up, don’t fuck with my money
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| I pile up, you bitches ain’t hungry
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| Dubs stay up, cuz that’s where I’m from G
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| And I’m never leaving like spring is the season
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| But it’s always my season
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| Death to the hate, I can’t hear it
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| What is that sound? |
| I hear cheerin'
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| Fans went from one to a million
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| Ooh, the death of my soul
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| Ooh, the death of my soul
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| While you all in my business, I’m all 'bout my business
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| Ain’t nothing fictitious, I’m hunting these bishes
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| They cut like incisions, I’m taking position
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| To take their position cuz I got ambition, I got it
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| I ain’t had no love when I started
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| No one thought I could be an artist
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| But as I got older, my flows just got colder
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| The life of a soldier, brave-hearted
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| I did it to only break out
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| From folding these clothes at checkout
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| Minimum wage ain’t what’s up, need more bucks
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| Cuz' I want a new car and a house
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| I’m fighting to be more, that’s why
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| I just want to see more in life
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| So fuck all the hate, they don’t pay for my play
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| I won’t stop till I’m great, this my life
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| D-D-Don't fuck with my money
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| I pile up, you bitches ain’t hungry
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| Dubs stay up, cuz that’s where I’m from G
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| And I’m never leaving like spring is the season
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| But it’s always my season
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| Death to the hate, I can’t hear it
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| What is that sound? |
| I hear cheerin'
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| Fans went from one to a million
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| Ooh, the death of my soul
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| Ooh, the death of my soul
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| Ya’ll always got your faith you know, you can ride anything. |
| Theres-theres
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| nothing too scary where I’ma just give up, ya know what I mean? |
| I’ve seen hell
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| and everyhthing after it. |
| I’m somwhere where, if you’re persistent and
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| efficient you get rewarded… and that’s what everybody wishes for |