| I wake up in the morning.
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| Take a knee and thank God.
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| Then go to the mirror, look myself in the eye.
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| Today I didn’t wake up with a woman on my side.
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| Yesterday I didn’t wake up with a woman on my side.
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| Neither the day before that, nor before that.
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| I just remember the moments call me Kodak.
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| And know that I do miss yah, but
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| It’s your denial that I must hold against yah.
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| Since you’ve, I’ve been all alone
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| But alone is steroids, so you made me strong.
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| Girl hair, gone in the wind.
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| You cheated on God’s
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| Son, baby girl that’s a sin.
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| But I forgive you, but
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| I can’t give you.
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| Another chance ma you in my rear view.
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| And I put that ring on yo finger.
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| I was all in
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| Now it’s just a symbol of what could’ve been, God Damn!
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| And know I’m by myself but (I like it)
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| Damn she left me all off by myself but, (I like it)
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| Yo, I love my niggas.
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| No homo.
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| I swear I hope all get cheese like Digiorno.
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| It’s somethin bout that Hot Boyz that you don’t know.
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| I gotta love for em' that I don’t show
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| And B.G. |
| been my nigga since the front door.
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| I hope Chopper City
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| Records blow fa show.
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| And me and Juve never really got along.
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| But you still would let yo nigga come get on yo hottest song.
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| Damn, I fucked with ya fa that.
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| I fucked with ya Lil Wack and me and skip go back.
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| When you see a real nigga, you gotta tip yo hat.
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| And since I’m a real nigga
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| I do just that.
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| I had my own lawyer working on Turk’s case.
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| After I heard em dissin me on the mixtape.
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| Cause he’s locked up and I’m free
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| He got a lot more to worry then me, I ain’t trippin.
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| Yah niggas left me by myself but I can’t front (I like it)
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| And so now I become the President of the spot yah left me at.
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| A lot has change but I can’t font (I like it) |