| Warriors die but they live in the sky
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| I never seen a Gucci watch in my future, sign of the times
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| And God whispered in my dreams, shawty open your eyes
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| I got so much more in store for you, they can’t touch what’s mine
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| Pack my whole life’s precious moments in a line
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| And shawty singing my songs, she think she know what’s on my mind
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| She think she know what’s on my mind
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| All eyes on me, huh
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| I want all my niggas free
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| I could tat a hundred tears on my face
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| I could call out a hundred names
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| Got a twenty-dollar bill, get your hands up
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| You survived last year, get your hands up
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| I know that money tight, that stimmy check light
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| I should stash some but we gon' ball for the night
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| Black lives matter, yeah, I said that, ho
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| Trap lives matter, gotta let them know
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| My cousin poppin' pills 'til the pain gone
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| His daddy out of jail, he just came home
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| He probably need a hug, yeah
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| But you know he a thug, yeah
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| Tryna find a way to make a dollar tree shake
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| These niggas lyin', these niggas fake
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| FN in the glovebox, you know I’m concealin' it
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| Racism still alive, now we just revealin' it
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| Niggas talkin' down, but I still flex
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| Snakes in the grass, but I still step
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| Woo
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| All eyes on me
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| Workin' magic with that P-P-P
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| I could tat a hundred tears on my face
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| I could call out a hundred names
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| Got a twenty-dollar bill, get your hands up
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| You survived last year, get your hands up
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| I know that money tight, that stimmy check light
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| I should stash some but we gon' ball for the night
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| Mama I ain’t made it 'til you quit your nine-to-five
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| I was on the road when I found out my uncle died
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| I lost a lot of sleep, but know we should’ve talked more
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| I worked so hard, I can’t forget what this is all for
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| Roll up some, just to burn away the guilt
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| We been trined only pain can make it real
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| Don’t need no one to validate how I feel
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| I been really in the fields since bein' healed
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| If your diamonds don’t dance, what’s the chain of command
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| Silicon Valley bosses rockin' dockers and vans
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| WowGr8 for the fans, call me doc if we friends
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| I’m barefoot walkin' through the creek in thousand dollar pants
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| You tryna stay cool with your BM, put your hands up
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| Speaker Knockerz, I’m too faded, can’t even dap you up
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| Shoulda died so many times, but I know that pussy tight
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| If nothin' else it’s still another reason to survive
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| I realize it’s
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| All eyes on me
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| World is crazy, niggas duckin' when you sneeze
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| I been fuckin', got a family to feed
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| And I don’t plan on ever stoppin' droppin' seeds
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| I’m tryna outwork my libido, run them bands up
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| If you take care of your people, put your hands up
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| Yeah, you know the vibes, this is real life
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| And can’t nobody tell me I ain’t ballin' for the night
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| All eyes on me, huh
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| I want all my niggas free
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| I could tat a hundred tears on my face
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| I could call out a hundred names
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| Got a twenty-dollar bill, get your hands up
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| You survived last year, get your hands up
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| I know that money tight, that stimmy check light
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| I should stash some but we gon' ball for the night |