| Aye, aye, look
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| I stil got my bus pass to look back
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| Reflect on them hardships
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| Fell down and bounced back
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| I killed all that nonsense
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| Old hoes they still mad
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| You down bad, I’m off it
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| New joint I must have
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| I put that in (?)
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| I’m stil hella awkward of some good weed
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| Never in a moment
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| Contemplate on how it should be
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| My momma hit me up the other day
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| Say she gon' slow it down
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| She always doing fifty things at once
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| And never hold it down
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| I’m like damn I feel the same
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| Remind myself to find my pace
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| Only competition is myself
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| And I still lose that race
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| Entered 19 I quit the Magic
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| Off the glass and got it back
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| If I can make it out of (?)
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| Shit, I’m on the magic
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| (?) keep me up at night
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| I’m writing speeches for my grammy
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| I’m just claiming everything
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| I don’t need nobody to hand me love
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| I got big plans outside this booth
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| They like what can he do
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| My niggas dream, I’m out to win
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| I’m just like hear me too |