| You best believe I come around, I got a lot to say
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| A lot of weed to puff with freaks that bring a little yey
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| This is my life, I? |
| like every day
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| It’s fundamentally essentially the? |
| way
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| I wake up with my green, I roll my green, we keep it going
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| It’s? |
| don’t you keep it flowing
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| You won’t come down now passed round sounds for downtown
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| This night’s so nice it got my head it going round round
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| Like bows and arrows, pull my words and then release it slow
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| Or maybe explode with a sudden bang and watch it go
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| The vibe perpetual slow motion I let it show
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| Tattooed neck to knuckle, high, that’s how I roll
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| My life, my honour, my pride, my anger, my laughter, my sorrow inside
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| My life, it’s my hate and my love
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| My conscience, my soul, my push, and my shove
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| My life, my honour, my pride, my anger, my laughter, my sorrow inside
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| My life, it’s my hate and my love
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| My conscience, my soul, my push, and my shove
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| see this a heater yo
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| And by now you know it’s hard to be facing this at any flow
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| Still playing with what I came with
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| Precise, don’t swing it aimless
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| In Spanglish freestyle, Spanish and written English
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| So here’s another one I’m taking for y’all
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| And I pour a little on the ground that’s for the homies that’s fallen
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| Now can I get an amen from those with loced fronts
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| From robbers, from those who refusing to carry guns
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| From those legit who bust their a** for nothing but ones
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| And for those who chose to live and stop at no drug once
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| See my life is right here and it’s on display
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| It’s prime time from LA living mine day to day
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| See gangster s**t go down daily on all corners
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| Bullets flying if we’re not to survive it like dive bombers
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| Police be exercising control, they ride on us
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| They pull their guns for nothing, they jump and fire on us
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| See these ain’t excuses for the life that I’m living
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| But these police is giving jokers to the cards that I’m given
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| I knew bullets and gun play could get at me one day
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| But still I stand solid as hell and never run away
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| Street chants, sober rants with them that’ll make you dance
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| Feeling happy to the sky flying off the ganga plants
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| Last chance, here’s your pass, come on baby make it fast
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| Feeling crazy, hold your breath, passion that’ll make it last |