| 28, that’s when Basquiat died
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| 28, barely feelin' alive
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| 28, days until the ride
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| One month 'til we
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| Told my niggas they should wait a minute
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| The world gon' love me now or later, either way I’m winnin'
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| People stay pretendin' and it drive me crazy my nigga
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| The greatest ever or you crazy trippin' my nigga
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| But now a nigga livid, a nigga livin', the picture vivid
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| These OG’s tellin' a nigga that they don’t fuckin remember
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| You niggas cool, but you mad suspect
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| When a beat get killed, why I’m always a suspect
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| My apologies I ain’t know I be this late
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| But I ain’t felt this fuckin' cold since The Sicktape
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| Wrap my issues up in swishers, take a drag of them
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| Me and Mr. Music in the stu, back at it again
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| Dust off all these mops and all they mint-conditioned packaging
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| And open up and go for it nigga I been practicin'
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| Uh, this the cleanest my flow ever been
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| Bout to leave the Chi and bring it back a seventh ring
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| Verses on lock snappin' like an old key ;til the hoes blow me like Derrick Rose
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| knee huh?
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| God willing I gotta feeling I’m getting close
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| Niggas who patient shootin' jumpers get em in the most
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| Niggas hatin' while I act so lenient
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| I don’t really even hear them, they just background singers
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| God save any nigga go to war with us
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| That’s a sinking ship full of hoes like a tour bus
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| I can see why I got girls from out of state obsessin
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| Light skin and fly, clutch under pressure
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| I’m the type that break the rules and then ignore the lecture
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| My song belong on walls, in homes of art collectors
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| Yeah, I really hope you niggas feel this
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| And feel me when I say the goal is fillin' up arena’s
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| Take that how you will, you was better in the offseason
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| I been killing everything, all season
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| All-city, all-state, all-rhyming
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| Best of all
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| I forgot it like Alzeheimer’s
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| Yeah, that’s just how I does it
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| Solo, imagine how it would be with a budget?
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| Wow, or how it could be if it wasn’t
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| Nothing but some wack rappers in this industry that’s buzzin
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| So fuck the world from the back, ya’ll don’t see my on a track like I’m clear
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| runnin' a lap nigga
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| I’m at a place in which I think was really meant for me
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| And even though I don’t believe that anything is meant to be
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| Mentally, I’m on this grandiose platform
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| Seein visions, makin dreams, and closin' all the back doors
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| No more shortcuts to these back roads
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| Paved the path for a better life though
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| So really there ain’t nothin else for me to ask for
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| Shit I’m here nigga started at the asphalt, ugh!
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| Ridin' through my city could get shot
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| They might not let you see another day like Pac
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| I’m just dyin' to make it, cuz I believe in what I do
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| Starrin' in the mirror ain’t nobody standin' front of you
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| You can feel it in your soul like preacher’s in front of you
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| It’s a god speakin' down in front of you
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| Changin' lives is a job, I wake up and I go hard
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| Cliché shit but fuck a broad, tryna take the crew abroad
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| Man me and my niggas we just waitin' on the call
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| But really I ain’t waitin', I’m just workin'
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| Hoes twerkin'
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| And I’m certain these niggas closin' they curtains when they see me,
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| they don’t see me, but they really bout to feel me
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| Pause!
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| Bitches out they bras
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| Ain’t no fiction, ain’t no crack whippin'
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| Ain’t no pistol poppin, ain’t no wood grain grippin'
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| Just a real nigga listen
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| You into false hopes, you ain’t even know it, but admit it
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| I’m into smokin weed, rappin' off the top, and makin history
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| No ceilin unless the fuckin ceilin' is the Sistine
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| It’s like god everytime I do a 16
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| I’m like god everytime I do 16 god, 28
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| Sorry if im late
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| Tell them niggas that I’m sorry that I’m late |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 28, artist - Goodbye Tomorrow. Album song A Journey Through The Mind Of A Non Believer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп