| Its 5am and I’m just gettin' in
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| And never once did u ask where I been
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| Just asked me did I eat, got my shoes off my feet
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| Been gone bout a week and I still ain’t sleep
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| I was in Fort Wayne, I was in Naptown
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| I was in KC, Chi Town and the D
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| But I’m from The Bay you know the P and the Rich
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| And you ain’t up in the streets if u can’t remember me
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| All I wish is death to all my enemies
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| And I pray that these shells don’t ever enter me
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| Just tryin' to stay clean got everythin' I dreamed
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| Bout to be a millionaire in this life I meant to (?)
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| Father John from the stars got dirt on his wings
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| I returned (?)
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| Now I mingle with the stars, new home, new cars
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| Its the life of great (?) but we’ve never seem free
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| You should probably mix-a-lot if you’ve never seen (?)
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| Feel like a astronaut when I’m in a mean B
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| All the knowledge that I got, hope that my queen sees
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| Got fans overseas and never been on TV
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| Act like you forgot, one day you’ll need me
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| When I’m on top with the world underneath
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| Outside its a storm kept warm under Minks
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| Just trying to perform every song I release
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| Just look at the form of every real nigga face
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| When they listen to The Jack (?)
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| Especially when we crack when straps release
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| Fuck the radio, convicts ask for these |