| A young West Coast, yeah, I was a teenager
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| Sold weed with my mom so we could get some paper
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| Sorry, mom, I know it makes you mad but I understand
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| I never judge 'cause no money ever ever came from dad, yuh
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| We did what we could and kids in school were the worst
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| Makin' fun of me 'cause I always wore the same purse
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| But I always had the same to only settle for worse
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| Do what I can, never stop with my plan till I lay in a motherfuckin' hearse,
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| hearse
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| Life is a bitch and then you die, die
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| RIP you gave me reasons why
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| To never stop and give this music a shot
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| Fuck all the haters, celebrate why we great
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| Love one another no matter their color or religion
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| Give thanks before it’s too late
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| Waves
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| And they keep questioning
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| And they keep crashing in waves
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| And they keep questioning
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| And they keep crashing in waves
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| Tried to get discovered and get a record deal
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| Then I met Rob Dyrdek and he said I was real
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| So I stayed pursuing my dreams, all the while being on TV
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| Little did I know the same shit makin' me blow up was makin' my music seem weak,
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| yuh
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| Fast forward, I got a deal with Polow
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| I love you for life but that deal was so bad I just had to fly solo
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| On to the next, flyin' to Miami to meet Lil Wayne
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| I played him my shit, he flip, and now I’m MCing big game
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| I’m forever grateful and forever repping that Young Money love
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| But then drama hit and that’s when I didn’t see one buck
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| Shit, I can’t explain, so again I had to do me
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| Standin' in the rain, but that’s just how it be
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| Been through hell and back, contracts
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| Haters on my Insta talk trash
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| Double XL won’t call back
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| But I’ll never ever fall back
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| Waves
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| And they keep questioning
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| And they keep crashing in waves
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| And they keep questioning
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| And they keep crashing in waves |