| Little bit higher
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| Little bit higher
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| The umm, the beat, yeah
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| My point of view is viewing points on the digital
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| Happy face sticker on the brick, still feeling miserable
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| Scramble with the handle of the hammer still visible
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| Bail bonds wishing for my bonds to be municipal
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| Reminiscing on them rock chopping days
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| Made a few M’s, still got them rock chopping ways
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| As I step into the fog where it’s desolate and dark
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| All the odds is against you like you wrestling with God
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| From the bottom to starting right back where it started
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| Right back on the white plate, the razor, and product
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| Had a beam, a dream, a fiend, and a team
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| A hustler ambition and a box of ammunition
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| Until the end of time I’m defending every dime
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| With my life if I got to, splitting rice with my partners
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| From a sinner to a winner, bag of chips to a dinner
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| Ain’t no way in hell my patience wearing any thinner
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| And I’m still 'bout that life boy, got that right boy
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| I dare you take a risk and try to step outside the light boy
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| You scared of what awaits you, afraid who’s there to face you
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| They may be there to hurt you, or maybe to embrace you
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| And I’m still 'bout that life boy, got that right boy
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| I dare you take a risk and try to step outside the light boy
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| You scared of what awaits you, afraid who’s there to face you
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| They may be there to hurt you
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| I’m a prizefighter holding the highest title, numero uno
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| Numerous two-doors, but I ain’t never knew those
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| Just coke in the cup, and a cup of ramen noodles
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| Way before the name brands bet you I can name some shooters
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| I came from where ain’t nuthin but straight rum and cake crumbs
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| Not enough birthdays and way too many graves dug
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| Now I’m running round with more chains than a slave’s son
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| Been a H-U-S-T-L-E-R from age one
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| So close to just being another stat
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| Being another cat that got capped in his cap
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| Or just another dealer with a nine millimeter
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| Can’t blame me if I still sound a little bitter
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| Relying on firearms to take my corner back
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| Like I’m another die lone, like this is my sidewalk
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| White wet cookies drying on the iron board
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| Listen closely, hear the hunger through the drywall
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| And I’m still 'bout that life boy, got that right boy
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| I dare you take a risk and try to step outside the light boy
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| You scared of what awaits you, afraid who’s there to face you
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| They may be there to hurt you, or maybe to embrace you
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| And I’m still 'bout that life boy, got that right boy
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| I dare you take a risk and try to step outside the light boy
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| You scared of what awaits you, afraid who’s there to face you
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| They may be there to hurt you
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| Yeah
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| Oh you pussy-ass niggas out here?
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| Calling nine on a trill nigga?
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| Hope you die
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| And all these co-defendants out here giving statements?
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| Man shut the fuck up
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| I’m a life sentence-beater, black Benz two-seater
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| Put both feet up right before I light the weed up
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| Thinking 'bout the days that was dark, all the snakes, all the
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| Sharks, all the fakes, all the frauds (you know who you are)
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| They all come and go, just like all my hoes
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| Thinking that a Swisher gon' get 'em through my door
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| Ain’t no loyalty, ain’t no lawyer fees
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| Ain’t no commissary, niggas just want you buried
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| My co-defendant gave a statement to the state
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| It broke my heart, had me questioning my faith
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| Now I’m pressing pedals in Panameras and Wraiths
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| Tryna dodge devils and penitentiary gates
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| These niggas ain’t playing fair out here in the playing field
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| Wanna lock a playa up, cuz the playa staying real
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| I’ma leave this Earth same way this hustla came
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| Hustlin', and I put that on my deck to fame
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| And I’m still 'bout that life boy, got that right boy
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| I dare you take a risk and try to step outside the light boy
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| You scared of what awaits you, afraid who’s there to face you
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| They may be there to hurt you, or maybe to embrace you
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| And I’m still 'bout that life boy, got that right boy
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| I dare you take a risk and try to step outside the light boy
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| You scared of what awaits you, afraid who’s there to face you
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| They may be there to hurt you
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| Hello?
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| (Hey Rich, what’s up?)
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| Ay I’m just chillin what’s up Mom?
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| (Just called to tell you something)
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| What?
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| (You are a very strong-willed, strong-minded individual
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| I’m saying this to say that
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| No matter how many times you go to jail
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| No matter how many times you try and fail
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| Okay, just do me one favor)
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| What?
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| (Never leave the game, okay?)
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| I love you Mom
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| (Love you too sweetie)
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| Bye |