| Long story short; |
| life
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| I was hittin' bongs with my shorty in my pad
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| That was back when I was 17
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| I was on a high
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| Now, I’m 8th floor, payin' rent from the sky
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| I’m just chillin' with my niggas everyday, everynight
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| I just look at all the ones who left
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| And I can only sigh
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| Shake my head a couple times
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| And keep it movin'
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| See my life has been a movie
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| Ever since I was a junior fool
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| I graduated early
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| So don’t come at me with schoolin'
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| Bitch I school niggas twice my age
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| With no blueprint
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| Jewels like the new ice-age
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| Still keep the glue in them
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| Too many drugs in my system for light rays
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| Think I became a ghoul too quick, ooh shit (ooh!)
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| I need to meditate (breathe!)
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| See, there’s a difference
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| No mistakin' you and me
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| I was in Topanga Canyon
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| Catchin waves
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| I feel the breeze on my cheeks, still
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| I wish I was an unknown creature
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| In the deep water
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| Just so I could say I really know
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| How being free feels
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| Wrote this in a free fall
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| Headin' towards the sea, no parachute
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| Hope they get this message in Kobe
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| Fam out in Japan they eatin' Sweet Eel (hey)
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| Me, I’m stuck on suicidal thoughts
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| At least, I’m not stuck inside of box
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| Like the half of these niggas
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| Monstrous with the flows
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| So giraffe on these niggas
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| Can’t rock the Gosha
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| With the raf on these niggas
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| I spazz on these niggas, wait
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| Let me chill
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| Kick back for a minute
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| Play life like chess
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| Don’t attack if it’s risky
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| Only ask for progression
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| Never ask for forgiveness
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| And I, I need the whole team intact every victory
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| Probably got some trees
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| And some tabs and some mystery
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| The fact of the matter is
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| That I’m creatin' a clan
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| Where I wouldn’t even have to ask
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| If they missed me or not
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| That’s fam, yeah
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| Ay, that’s fam, check
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| Long story short; |
| life |