| Some of my niggas bang, some of my niggas slang
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| (?) more of the same, just gotta maintain
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| Homie do what you gotta do
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| Homie do what you gotta do
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| Stay on my grind, watch you waiting in line
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| Got a 24/7 (?) do a 9 to 5
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| I just do what I gotta do
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| I said I do what I gotta do
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| They got caught up in a life where it’s hard to tell wrong from right
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| All along, they was lost, lust in cars and ice
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| Young niggas, in the gutter, the lawless type
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| Drug charges, put 'em behind bars
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| And kites to all my dogs, cause ain’t no love lost in fights
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| Among each other like brothers, get it on, we tight
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| Do whatever for a dollar, whether we slang dolo
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| Or hustling any product, nothing we can’t cope with
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| I’m through with maintaining, trying to live it to the limit
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| Pasta and shrimp and like a mobster in Venice
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| No offense to my brothers with 9-to-5's
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| Some want it all, some just want to survive
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| But me? |
| I’d rather roll up in a Bimmer
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| My momma’s like I don’t need it
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| In my heart I agree, but could you picture me leaning?
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| It’s sort of bittersweet, stuck American dreaming
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| I’m just trying to get a piece nigga
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| Some of my homies slang, some of them fiends
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| I look at what I became, kinda in between
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| Stuck, caught up in the game, living the street dream
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| I’m just trying to balance it out like a triple beam
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| Keep so much on my mind I might go and do a crime
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| Motherfuckers telling me don’t rely on your rhymes
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| When the industry declining, niggas ain’t getting signed
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| I’m either one step ahead or one behind
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| A couple thousand dollars is just not enough
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| I come from the bottom so I gotta stunt
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| Phone buzzing, oh damn, what everybody want?
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| My bad, niggas ain’t seen me in about a month
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| I’ve been hustling, trying to get it on a roll
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| You’d literally be amazed how quick I go through a zone
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| But «more money, more problems to fix» --
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| We all know the motto, still we trying to get rich |