| Uh, them niggas couldn’t afford a floormat in my car
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| 'Cause they don’t work this hard
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| I didn’t get in this shit to be a star
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| I got in to start a war
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| And show my loved ones how to live large
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| Cocaine lines, drop solid gold bars
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| Never sub-par
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| Gas in these outer space coupes; |
| I’m above the law
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| Razor blades, hundred dollar bills, clean mirrors, shit so raw
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| She cried when she told me what she saw
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| Felt like it was happenin' again
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| To feel another person blood splatter on her skin
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| Smoked away the pain; |
| that’s what we did
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| Didn’t touch her the first couple times we chilled
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| I figured it’d be better if we build
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| Plot up a hustle, we can get away from here
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| The memories, murdered enemies
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| Princess from the trenches. |
| She was meant for me
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| (Make it when you’re down)
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| (Make it when you’re down)
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| (Make it when you’re down) See somethin' in ya, mama, we can make millions
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| (Make it when you’re down) See somethin' in ya, mama, we can make millions
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Uh, Bonnie &Clyde
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| Money hungry and high
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| The corporation never die
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| Lighters to the sky
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| I done spent house money on that car I drive
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| The Rolls Royce smooth as Marvin Gaye voice
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| Floatin' on the interstate, vocals on them ADAT tapes
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| Classical recordings of the late-great
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| Understand so we don’t really have to say too much
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| It’s far strange to telepathically communicate
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| Behind closed doors, we fuck hard and count cake
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| Find another play to make
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| A route to escape
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| I could only love a hustlin' ass bitch
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| Resetting the table, washing the plates after she make sure we ate
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| Stay loyal, I make sure you straight
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| Every bitch I had before you was fake
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| At least that’s what you say
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| I may stray away from home, but I never lose my way
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| (Make it when you’re down) Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (Make it when you’re down)
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| See somethin' in ya, that’s that 420 vision
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| Light that shit, babygirl, we could make millions
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| (Make it when you’re down) Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (Make it when you’re down)
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| I had a few bad bitches, but you different
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| I see somethin' in ya, that’s that 420 vision
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| Light that shit, baby, we could make millions |