| All I had was a dream and a mixtape
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| And some birthday money that I saved up
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| Told myself I could be great
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| And that mindset never changed up
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| I don’t need it all, I could be straight
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| With an iTunes check as a pay stub
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| But then it popped off on release date
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| And since then we been on the way up
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| And we almost there and it feels so lovely
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| Not rich yet but I’m gunna be
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| Movin' on up from Double Tree
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| To the Ritz hooked up with couple suites
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| Till then I’m a still live comfortably
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| But money ain’t shit when you love to be
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| On the clock, and this shit’s fun to me
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| So yo Juice go and pump the beat (let's go)
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| Way back when I played that minor league
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| It seemed nobody would ever make time for me
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| It seemed nobody had plans of signing me
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| So I grinded and grinded, then finally
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| It’s time to be, the very same guy you see
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| On websites they cite Web, the sight of the blind would see
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| There’s no chance of denyin' me
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| I’ll collect my own God damn finder’s fee
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| I ain’t ballin' but I got a little money
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| Ain’t a super star but I’m on TV
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| Ain’t a player but I got a couple honies
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| Whiskey bottle, bag of weed
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| I got everything I need
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| I can’t complain
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| (Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah nah)
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| Nah, nah I can’t complain, nah nah I can’t complain, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| (Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah)
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| Nah nah I can’t complain, nah, nah I can’t complain
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| It’s colder than a mother fucker out this bitch
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| And I don’t even smoke weed rollin' up a spliff, I’m thinking if I should out
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| this bitch
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| Who next on the swish like JR Smith
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| Rubbin elbows macaroni in a jar
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| Like an international call you phony from afar Saying nothing in a hole like
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| Zeroni in the yard
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| This is 24/7 like Kobe and Lamar
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| Antique in a museum you better to dust, you said it? |
| Adjust
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| Typical Connecticut stuff, Yeah
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| We all know you ain’t ready to trust, so
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| I’m poor to the line like a measuring cup, Yeah
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| I’m a be here till whenever the fuck, pretty much in the mirror like
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| gra-ta-ta-ta-ta
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| They love ANoyd like bada-pa-pa-pa
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| And I don’t got no job, I can’t complain tho
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| I ain’t ballin' but I got a little money
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| Ain’t a super star but I’m on TV
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| Ain’t a player but I got a couple honies
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| Whiskey bottle, bag of weed
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| I got everything I need
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| I can’t complain
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| (Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah nah)
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| Nah, nah I can’t complain, nah nah I can’t complain, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| (Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah)
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| Nah nah I can’t complain, nah, nah I can’t complain
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| Back when nobody was givin' a damn
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| They were shootin' me down just like Missile Command
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| So I pictured a plan, when I needed a dollar I sat up at night and envisioned a
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| grand
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| Now I’m gettin' a tan, with my kicks in the sand
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| And a spliff in the sand, and a chick with no pants
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| With a beautiful crib and a bottle of Jamie
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| What else can I say? |
| I just cannot complain, see
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| I started with nothin' so somethin' is so
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| Fuckin' amazing I’m lovin' it yo
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| Wouldn’t say that I’m rich but enough of the dough’s in my pocket to live my
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| life comfortable bro
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| All I need is a fair amount, for all the work that I’ve carried out
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| I moved out of my parent’s house, now the top is my whereabouts
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| I ain’t ballin' but I got a little money
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| Ain’t a super star but I’m on TV
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| Ain’t a player but I got a couple honies
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| Whiskey bottle, bag of weed
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| I got everything I need
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| I can’t complain
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| (Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah nah)
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| Nah, nah I can’t complain, nah nah I can’t complain, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| (Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah)
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| Nah nah I can’t complain, nah, nah I can’t complain |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Complain , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album Webster's Laboratory II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп