| Where I’m from they say the sun shine all the time
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| I keep seeing rain… yeah
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| Uh, squeezing blood from a rock
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| Making something out nothing, that’s something I got
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| That’s one thing I had, while the others didn’t get it
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| They was chasin the world I brought it right to my block
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| Brought it back with the oath
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| Stay reppin my coast… poof, I was blowin the spot
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| Without knowin or not, not knowing a thing
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| Trying to prove to most, made it open my lane
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| I found my slot, they went right, E-V went left
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| So Common, one day it’ll all make sense
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| Soundbombin'; |
| no way we’ll all make ends
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| Survival of the fit, a few win, but most quit
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| Or fend for themselves so here’s to good health
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| Here’s to drama, two up and one of ‘em fell
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| «Hear, hear», to that, this is for my LA Cats
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| And Dogs who never left to the world, «We Back» *C'mon
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| Sometimes I ask myself, «Why would I need anyone else?»
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| To Be Determined
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| To make it through this life… when every day’s a brand new fight
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| I had struggles in every single muscle, always on the hustle and I know… and I
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| know I can’t make it, on my own
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| Had visions of being caked up
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| On the island while the weather’s freezing
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| Whether he’s in the French Caribbean
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| Swimming with amphibians
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| Or in Hawaii blowing Maui Wowie, life is good
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| I dodge bullet grazes
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| Slash the nights that coulda ended my existence
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| For instance, through the persistence, the distance
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| We formed a number of statistics
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| Once a lot smaller looking up to Shot-callers, not ballers
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| We never grew up just got taller
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| Trying to find freedom in a trap
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| Hungry for success they eat up
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| There’s food for thought I feed ‘em in a w"Rap"
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| I’m taking trips to France
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| Make it rain where the strippers dance, dance
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| Sip in hand, grippin my money clips in hands
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| It was hell, I thought I saw demons hiding in lost souls
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| Straight out the evil books inside of my far scrolls
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| They say you should toss goals, throw away your dreams
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| That nothing go the way it seems, It’s done or
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| You feelin unsure, but that’s what this one’s for
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| Push as hard as you want, against the wall bro
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| Push the wall, knew they be looking for you like Waldo
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| Times was harder than before, when it was fun and games
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| When we was just spittin rhymes trying to get a bigger name
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| Now car notes involved and bills require grindin'
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| Who’d ever thought that Aloe Blacc get back to rhymin'
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| Street philosophers could theorize, «it's all timin'»
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| Economist would say, «It's kinda rough to find a diamond»
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| And all the simple lining in the clouds couldn’t change
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| The simple fact that it pours when it rains
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| All more of the same
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| And my score in the game, let it reflect
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| That I earn every little bit of respect I get
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| Oh, it’s time, get up off the wall cross that line
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| My momma told me that every flower needs rain shower
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| Like it need sunshine
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| I know I can make it, you know you can make it, We can make it
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| If you get on yo Grind…
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| Rain keeps fallin… music by ALC |