| I’m ridin' high on the freeway late at night
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| I got some trouble on my mind 'cause my shit ain’t right
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| I’m comin' short on the real money, a nigga broke
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| I need a fifth of Remmie Martin and some weed to smoke
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| It ain’t no joke when you’re comin' from the town I’m from
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| Most nigs be dead before 21
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| I’m tryin' hard just to maintain, I fry my brain
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| Nigga losin' his mind, slowly goin' insane
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| And niggas think I got it all, I was born to ball
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| Eyes bloodshot red from that alcohol
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| I watched the rise and the fall of all my homies who ball
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| My dogs brains blew out blood stained the wall
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| Suckas wish I was dead, didn’t live to tell
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| The way a hot slug feel, and fried skin smell
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| Niggas want me dead out here playa hatin'
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| 'Cause they bitches wanna molest, they masturbatin'
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| I can’t help, that’s the way it is, handle yo buisness
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| And make sure you ain’t no eye witness
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| Keep your eyes on your money boy, at all times
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| Most people don’t know you gotta take it slow in the sunshine
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| Another day, another way
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| Sometimes you gotta take it in
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| Slow motion, in slow motion
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| Gotta take it slow, can’t go to fast
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| If I blast for cash, might not see the green grass
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| At last, make it all green like mash
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| Take your cash, then I dash, picture this with the flash
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| Robotic, economic, knowin' nothin' but ebonics
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| Still hooked on chronic, plus I’m black like Onyx
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| Can you see me with a telescope
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| Or do you need the dopeman to tell you that it’s dope
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| I hope you know the difference between
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| Life or death and bein' woke from a dream
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| So many schemes it’s hard to see between the seems
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| When the system redeems, bustin' infrared beams
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| From here to New Orleans plenty of dope fiends
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| That’s why I keep a car clean, and fulla gasoline
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| Know what I mean, young nigga workin' for beans
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| Still chasin' your dreams |