| See i’m just living life
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| With my homies the ones that know me
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| She said tell me what it’s like
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| Said i’ma do this for the rest of my life
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| She wanna know
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| Chicago nights, I call this life
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| This shit too real to fantasize
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| You know them hallways just waste my time
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| So now I wake up and get on flights
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| They all Love me, i’m not surprised
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| My bitch call me i’m still alive
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| Why y’all stalling man you ain’t try
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| Ya I’m strong god damn the hype
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| Tell me what’s your vice
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| Is it that prozac or the bombay
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| You be blown out in the lobby
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| Leave them snowflakes for the lawn, living my life
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| Homie when we turn down you can’t stop me
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| Ya my angels never drop me
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| (Hook)
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| See i’m just living life
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| With my homies the ones that know me
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| She said tell me what it’s like
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| Said i’ma do this for the rest of my life
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| She wanna know
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| Hold up hold up hold up
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| I got silk sheets and i got dick
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| Different condiments in my clique
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| Where your confidence go little bitch
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| We don’t stand for that shit
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| Wrote the jamaica queens in the whip
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| Rest in piece but fuck you could live
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| Hit that quick and walk like a pimp
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| Like that boy slick he shoot from the hip
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| I been on my shit since a lil dude
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| They wanna flex like middle school
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| Try to step in my visual
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| I flip this like a business though
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| I get thrown like a give and go
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| You want racks like thrift shop
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| That get fat like big pop’s
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| Maybe and some flip flops
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| Please know they ain’t enough time on my tick tock
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| For me to give a fuck about your wristwatch
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| Devil like walk this way
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| He throw me checks all way
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| He hope my shows go great
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| I hope my soul don’t fade
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| When the ships don’t sail and the wind don’t stop
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| Where every kid turn but against all odds
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| In the brand new whip pulling up |