| I’m always getting home when the sun up
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| I be at the spot where it’s going down
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| From the East coast to California
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| I be with them niggas they say run your town
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| Look who made it out the gutter still stacking and living
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| Niggas hungry so they looking for a lick with they biscuit
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| In the park with my sons feeding ducks and fishes
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| Stay down through my struggle cause I came on a mission
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| With a pad and a pen takin' notes while I listen
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| Politicin' bout some business cause I’m fresh out of prison
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| Niggas who can’t mind they business wind up floating with fishes
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| Up in Vegas with my niggas playing poker with wifey
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| Top floor Trump tower give a fuck if you like it
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| Turning up on all my haters now I feel like mighty chee
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| Ego still intact baby please don’t lie to me
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| And I don’t wanna hear it you can say your apology
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| She poured a cup of tea and came and laid on the side of me
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| Soul levitated, felt things inside of me
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| Front row seat to the game inside of me
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| All of my niggas tribe ain’t no lames on side of me
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| Went from runnin' from the cops now I’m runnin' a business
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| Taking laps in my pool with some beautiful women
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| Placing bets on myself cause I know Imma win it
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| Hit the mall with my son just to fuck up some digits
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| No regard for the money cause I get it with interest
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| Never in the booty club trickin' bread on the pigeons
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| Got the feds on my trail and it’s getting relentless
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| Watching everything I see I liberated my vision
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| Barely schools in my city nigga that’s how we living
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| Up in Harlem with the nation kicking knowledge on Lenox
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| Teaching brothers how to love with no type of condition
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| Never trust the government or crooked ass politicians
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| Looking back on where I came from, mama I did it
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| Switching lanes me and Joe up in that S550
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| Politicin' with them niggas they say runnin' the city
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| My bank account looking so juicy now I’m feeling like Biggie
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| Cause I’m on |