| It was right around the time
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| I thought I had to move back with my mom
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| I had to sell my first lowrider
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| Halfway to the top, went to sleep, woke up at the bottom
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| They turned off my lights, I lit candles and I plotted
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| Got it before, getting it again shouldn’t be a problem
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| Every month dropped something
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| Then the Double X-L put a nigga on the cover
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| Made the freshmen ten like a year before my brother Wiz
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| Rap hustling and we rocked e’rywhere we went
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| Then I tried to start to start a business with Damon
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| Charged that to the game, learned some thangs
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| I thought I earned some change
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| But fuck it, mayne, it’s all the same, I’d live the same life again
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| If it don’t kill ya, it just make you realer
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| Stepping into the house shoes of a big wheeler
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| Always wrote my own rules;
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| this Jet Life, nigga
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| Remembering when I couldn’t smoke in the buildings
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| Now the executives is dancing on the ceiling
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| I’ve been moving around, moving around trying to get it |