| Yeah
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| Yeah, more
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| Yeah
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| More time with family and friends, more life
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| More time to get it right
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| It’s only me but I’m seeing four shadows in the light
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| My demons visit me every night
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| To the most high I’m forever indebted
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| I know I gotta pay something, I know that day’s coming
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| I put it all in the music
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| Because if I don’t say it here then I won’t say nothing
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| Could feel my hand getting tired from holding the grudges
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| Two birds, one stone, my aim is amazing
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| I need to start losing my shit
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| Just to show you niggas who hatin'
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| Too reserved like I called ahead for me and my lady
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| Free C5, how the fuck we got the boss waiting
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| Ever since the blue basement I found God and I lost patience
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| Between rocks and hard places of all places
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| Spotted everywhere like Dalmation
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| Cops snoop around cause all my dogs famous
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| Please welcome the October fall baby
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| Vaughan Road Academy, star player—my mind’s not all there
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| Used to carry a lot of dead weight like a pallbearer
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| People too scared to tell the truth so it’s all dares
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| Counted us all there and we all square
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| Quick money, I’m in and out
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| My dad used to use a soap bar till it’s thinning out
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| But shit, look at Dennis now
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| All Stacy Adams and linnen’d out
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| More blessings for Sandy and him, more life
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| My parents never got it right, but
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| God bless 'em both, I think we all alike
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| We all wide awake late at night, thinking on what to change
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| If we do get to do it twice in a another life
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| Scared to go to sleep now
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| Cause being awake is what all my dreams were like
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| Back when the bar I set for myself was out of sight
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| Tell me how I went and did chin ups
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| On this shit when I can’t see it
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| Pin ups of Meagan Good and Pam Grier, soul sisters
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| Inspired my old scriptures
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| Now that feeling gone like them old pictures
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| Mixing liquors got us both twisted
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| Words get so vicious, you just stare at me
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| While you roll swishers
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| Girl I love you, but I don’t miss you
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| And no matter what year it is I’m an old 6'er
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| Go figure, cold nigga, stay in school man
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| Fuck the rap game, it’s all lies and it’s all filthy
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| 2 percent of us rich and the rest of these niggas all milk it
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| Got two of my niggas off with a not guilty
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| Gave back to the city and never said it
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| If I didn’t live it but still they try to tell you I’m not the realest
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| Like I’m some privileged kid that never sat through a prison visit
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| Or like it was just handed to me tied with a ribbon
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| I never worked to get it
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| But really it’s you with all the drug dealer stories
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| That’s gotta stop though
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| You made a couple chops and now you think you Chapo
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| If you ask me though you ain’t lining the trunk with kilos
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| You bagging weed watching Pacino with all your niggas
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| Like «this what we need to be on,"but you never went live
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| You middle man in this shit, boy you was never them guys
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| I can tell cause I look most of you dead in your eyes
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| And you’ll be trying to sell that story for the rest of your lives
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| Can’t show us where the cash is
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| Me, I don’t judge, I’m just going off what the math is
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| Numbers inflated
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| They all look at me like, «What have you done for me lately?
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| I like your older shit but wasn’t in love with the latest»
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| Awe baby, stop debating, I’m just a creative
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| My numbers out of this world
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| No wonder they got me feeling so alienated
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| You were the man on the moon
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| Now you just go through your phases
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| Life of the angry and famous
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| Rap like I know I’m the greatest
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| Then give you the tropical flavors
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| Still never been on hiatus
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| You stay xanned and perked up
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| So when reality set in you don’t gotta face it
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| I’m down 200 in Vegas but winning life on a daily basis
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| It seems like nobody wants to stay in my good graces
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| I’m like a real estate agent, putting you all in your places
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| Look what happens soon as you talk to me crazy
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| Is you crazy? |