| Chorus:
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| Taking my time in the sands
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| Stick to the follow the plans
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| Talking survival on land
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| This is the plight of a man
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| Gotta get hunnids in hand
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| I do this shit for the Fam
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| Ima do all that I can
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| Niggas be taking advan
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| Verse 1:
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| Get up and get to it
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| Awake and arise
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| No more wiping your face when you cry
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| Just enjoy every day your alive
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| You’re missing an 8th of your weight when you die
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| Lost souls couldn’t make it in time
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| So take it in stride and erase all that pride
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| We been thuggin it tough in it out like hide
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| Niggas been switching like Jekyll and Hyde
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| But I swear we’ll be fine, be alright
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| Another good grind it’ll be all night
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| Hop to it 3 times put the heat on ignite
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| If we sell everything we gone be on tonight
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| At the height of my life
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| I wonder when niggas gone get on my hype
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| Maison Chez Margiela ain’t tight
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| Any distortion we kill on sight
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| Verse 2:
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| My closest associates dealing weight on the interstate
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| Just to put food on the dinner plate
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| Just to get rid of the rental plates
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| Be able to say that living straight
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| Want all of my rellies in different wraiths
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| Take all of that ramen and give em steak
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| Gripping the wheel on the 10 & 8
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| Can’t take the oppression we gonna skate
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| Some say my head in the clouds
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| Some say I’m dumb off the loud
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| I see that struggle and all of that poverty shit and be dumbing it down
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| I’ma keep hunnids around
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| I’ma keep money to count
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| I’ll give it back to the world
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| We can get dummy amounts
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| Interlude:
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| I do this on my own course
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| Ain’t nobody gave me shit
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| 'Cuz ain’t nobody give a shit
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| It’s hard living life knowing that the good die young and the evil prosper
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| But still, I do anything to survive
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| Do anything to overcome
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| I’m the definition of strength
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| Verse 3:
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| I always stay down
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| I never give up
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| (I did it for them times, when the times was rough and they showed no love and
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| that made me tough)
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| I remember walking to school 'cuz I had no bus money
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| Hand me downs, they made fun of me
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| Now they act all in love with me
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| Trying to steal my style, only one of me
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| Just woke up, with no food to eat
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| Last diaper, time to hit these streets
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| I’m not giving in, won’t accept defeat
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| I’d rather stick it out, try to play for keeps
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| I’m the underdog, 'cuz I think unique
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| I’d rather map it out, 'till the plan complete
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| Taking my time in the sand, 'cuz lately my life been a beach
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Plight of A Man , by - Chuuwee. Song from the album Purgator, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп