| And you don’t quit
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| Know the vibe
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| Ayy, yeah
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| I be at odds with this rap shit
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| People smiling in your face, it’s a cold biz
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| They stay no to politics, no chess
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| I learned to be the best master of the myself, I guess
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| True life, another homie got another L
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| Since we was kids, rappin' out on the steps
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| Victory is close, but it’s a lonely world
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| For I’m fuckin', ain’t y’all concerned
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| I put niggas on like David Stern
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| Clean like as if we was on our way to church
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| Money prolly exceed your net worth
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| Been there before, tables turned
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| It’s not braggin' when you see me in the wagon
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| I paid cash, walked out, went to see my chick
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| Took her out to dinner, filet my shit
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| On the crew neck, you know the vibe
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| Grapes in the salad, you the greatest, God
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| Thank you for this moment
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| Another chance to get it right, right
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| This goin' out, to my brother Davis, for staying down
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| For my mother to having me, you know the vibe
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| My pops for everything
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| All my grandparents, both my sisters (You know the vibe)
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| My cousins
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| It’s too many of y’all to name, damn
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| Both my nieces, nephew
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| Got another one on the way by the way
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| This dedicated to my elementary school principal, Ms. Vanzant
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| Shoutout to Ms. Agnes and Killa Ray
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| Thank you to the whole city of L.A.
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| Once again
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| R.I.P. |
| to my cousin Alex
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| My homie Nip,, all my family we lost
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| All the people in the system, my nigga Nip
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| We still down here riding, giving all the glory to you
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| I’mma put in all the work in, yeah
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| Yeah, you know the vibes |