| No snow tires, the rain slip-slide like Trick Daddy and Trina
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| Oli North pull in, like, 10 million a season
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| Queen Street visions that nobody believed in
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| If we not on the charts, my XO niggas eatin'
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| Fifty-two consecutive weekends, shout out to Weeknd
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| The city gets stronger when everybody is speakin'
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| Not when everybody out here beefin'
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| We got it, now we just gotta keep it
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| America’s most wanted, man, I’m still on the run
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| All these number ones and we still not the ones
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| No hard feelings, but I’ll still get you spun
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| Went and got diplomas, and we still goin' dumb
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| Please never label niggas who lay down for a livin'
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| My competition, it’s beyond offensive
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| I’m in it for the glory, not the honor mention
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| Not tryna be fourth and inches, I’m tryna go the distance
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| Yeah, distance, I’m on a different mission
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| This the remix to «Ignition,"hot and fresh out the kitchen
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| How you forget to fill up with gas on the road to riches?
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| Too overly ambitious, too late to fix it
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| Too late for condolences when it’s over with
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| I need to start sayin' shit when I notice it
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| Be open with people I need some closure with
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| Be honest with myself and take ownership
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| Opinions started to burn when tables started to turn
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| I really used to feel like they loved a nigga at first
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| Excitin' times, revitalized
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| Trust this little light of mine is gonna shine positively
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| I’m just takin' what God will give me
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| Grateful like Jerry, Bob and Mickey
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| Better attitude, we’ll see where it gets me
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| I know catchin' flies with honey is still sticky
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| I wrote the book on world-class finesses
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| And tasteful gestures and makin' efforts
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| And never placin' second
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| And even better knowin' you’re first but then takin' second
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| Inspirin' and never takin' credit
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| I know I deserve more, I just never said it
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| Two middle fingers as I make a exit, yeah
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| Did I lose you?
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| Did I? |
| Did I?
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| Did I lose you?
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| Did I? |
| Did I?
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| Did I lose you?
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| Winnin' is problematic
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| People like you more when you workin' towards somethin'
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| Not when you have it
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| Way less support from my peers
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| In recent years as I get established
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| Unforgivin' times, but fuck it, I manage
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| Why is my struggle different than others'?
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| Only child that’s takin' care of his mother
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| As health worsens and bills double
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| That’s not respectable all of a sudden?
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| I don’t get a pat on the back for the come up?
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| What do you see when you see me?
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| When did all the things I mean
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| From the bottom of my heart start to lose meaning?
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| Maybe I share it with too many people
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| Back then it used to just feel like our secret
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| Back when I would write
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| And not think about how they receive it
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| I be tryna manifest the things I needed
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| And look, now, I mean, it’s hard to believe it even for me
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| But you’re mindful of it all when your mind full of it all
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| How they go from not wantin' me at all
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| To wantin' to see me lose it all?
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| Things get dark, but my aura just starts glowin'
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| I’m overcome with emotions
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| Ones I can’t access when I’m stoned sober
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| Jealous ones still envy and niggas turn king cobra
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| I could only speak what I know of
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| Man, we wrote the book on calculated thinkin'
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| And icy Heineken drinkin', and rival neighborhoods linkin'
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| And puttin' your trust in someone
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| With the risk of financially sinkin'
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| All you did was write the book on garbage-ass Rollies
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| Ego strokin', picture postin'
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| Claimin' that you’d do it for motivational purposes only
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| But you just had to show me
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| See, I know, 'cause I study you closely
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| I know when someone lyin'
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| I notice people standin' for nothin' and gettin' tired
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| I know what we’re both thinkin' even when you’re quiet
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| Sometimes I gotta just make sure that I didn’t lose you
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| Did I? |
| Did I?
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| Did I lose you?
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| Did I? |
| Did I?
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| Did I lose you? |