| Strive to be a winner losing not an option
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| Running to the finish line and no I’m not stopping
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| Women can be ya downfall and friends can be a problem
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| Watch your steps when you walking cuz believe them streets is watchin'
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| Evil thieves plotting on how they can take yo profit
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| And you can get a price on yo head behind gossip
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| I can spot a fake nigga off eye contact alone
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| These niggas frail no spine in they back at all
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| I hear 'em whispering, snakes still slithering
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| A one way ticket to hell is what I deliver them
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| I got a sweet deal with me connect out in Michigan
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| I can’t say much cuz I know them people listening
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| Switch up my hustle, its all about the rap now
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| Doors getting kicked in, phones getting tapped now
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| I got some niggas that ain’t coming home for a while so I shout they name in a
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| verse just to make them smile
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| What up Big Li, you comin' home soon
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| Son, Rome, and Rick you comin' home too
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| So ima hold it down 'til that day come homie
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| This the shit I spit for my day one homies
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| It ain’t an easy task, I’m starting to feel the pressure
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| Momma told me, «son don’t let the industry stress ya»
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| Now I’m writing every rap like its my last one
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| Ventin' on the beat with a motherfuckin' passion
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| Yes I’m on a cash run
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| Gotta get paid so I’m treat everyday like its my motherfuckin' last one
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| Cup full of lean, they tell me I should quit it
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| And what I tell them back," mind they fucking business"
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| History in the making I’m about to kill it
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| I won’t stop 'till I get God as my witness
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| Been in the game for a minute, I’m on my hustle still
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| I keep it Gudda still
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| Welcome to Guddaville |