| Another day, another dollar, 'nother email
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| Another friend request, oh it’s a female
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| Another fan commenting on on whoever he tell
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| Wanna go and pay for my music, yeah that’s retail
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| But I’m nickel diamond budgeting, weed sale
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| Even when we fail
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| We hoping that we prevail
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| But I think that they guessing me
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| Borderline harassing me
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| Cause there’s nobody on this fucking planet that is asking me
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| To sign up on this line, on this line that is dotted
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| Fuck your Friday night procedure
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| Like a zebra, I ain’t spotted in the club
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| I ain’t sipping drinks in the studio
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| Chair is where I sink
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| And then I go and think
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| But, if you find me out
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| And I’m getting tipsy
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| It’s probably cause my life is getting iffy
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| I put my hussle first
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| I ain’t Nipsey said I Ken like Griffey
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| When I’m gonna I promise you gon' miss me
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| Cause I’m leaving on a quest for fame
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| I don’t know when I’ll be back again
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| Working hard every night
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| But I just can’t get it right
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| Leaving, this just ain’t the same
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| I don’t know when I’ll be back again
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| This world’s got way too much to see
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| This sound just ain’t enough for me
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| But devotion with the lack of promotion
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| Like it’s so opera with the lack of a motion
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| Elections without voting
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| Coasting without ocean
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| Hard to reach a goal when you keep solo hoping
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| I’m taking criticism, it’s constructive
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| Cause on the real we just tryna be productive
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| The place that I reside same place that I hide
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| Cause I don’t really have too many people I can fight
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| In, this industry tryna get rid of me
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| My best friend, he’s living out in Italy
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| My other best friend literally 2 miles away
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| The last time I’ve seen him, well, I can’t say
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| But, I hope it’s worth it when I tell him that we on
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| I hope the critics go believe the hype like the T on, me
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| Team Henny just know that I got us
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| Fuck the red and blues they can’t stop us
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| Cause I’m leaving on a quest for fame
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| I don’t know when I’ll be back again
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| Working hard every night
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| But I just can’t get it right
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| Leaving, this just ain’t the same
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| I don’t know when I’ll be back again
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| This world’s got way too much to see
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| This sound just ain’t enough for me |