| Got the world on my shoulder, plus the weight of my daughter
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| Then lookin' after my father, who was hardly ever sober
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| My baby mama be trippin'
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| Mama tell me just listen, but mama I’m on a mission
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| And I cannot wait no longer for niggas to realize, things I set aside
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| The time is now nigga or never at all
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| No time for plan Bs to cushion my fall
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| No time for plan B to cushion my fall
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| I’m just livin' life right now
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| And I’ll be back for you if I need to
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| I’m just livin' life right now
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| Some days I gotta' breathe too
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| They underestimate your boy 'cause I’m a daddy now
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| But understand I’m not that same nigga that you ask about
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| Yeah, I gained respect before followers
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| Hung with real niggas, watch a real nigga follow up
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| Crabs in the barrels so my barrel shootin' hollow tips
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| Tired of swingin' fists with niggas who don’t want shit for themselves
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| Half my niggas either dead or in jail
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| And I ain’t got the money for your bail
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| Barely got enough to pay the bills
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| When most niggas barely got enough to keep it real
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| 'Cause life ain’t all about what you obtain, it’s what you give
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| Somedays you gotta let the sun reflect up off the steel
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| Show these niggas what it is
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| 'Cause the hood love you when you got the most ice on
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| But never let them catch you flexin' at the Exxon
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| 'Cause every nigga that the hood praise got a X
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| On or on a tee shirt, like God always take the best ones
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| And I know you seem lost sometimes
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| You gotta crawl before you walk sometimes
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| The world is yours, let your third eye shine
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| You gotta show 'em what you are sometimes
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| I’m just livin' life right now
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| And I’ll be back for you if I need to
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| I’m just livin' life right now
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| Some days I gotta' breathe too
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| I’m just livin' life right now
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| And I’ll be back
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| 12 pull up, paranoia in your cornea
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| If you crackin' under pressure, get up off the corner, bruh
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| No time for shook ones, crooks by the books son
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| No handouts so a nigga might have took somethin'
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| Mama beat my ass for it, she single and she doing her best
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| So when I hear the beat, I spaz for the check
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| Lick shots off, let 'em know that Ry got next
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| Pass with flying colors, but ain’t study for the test
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| College dropout, but I school niggas 'cause my mind quicker
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| I’m Magic in his prime, find another sicker
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| «Ahhh. |
| My boy, Lute. |
| What up, baby? |
| Yo, this your manager, pardon my yo- your
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| old man, your old man. |
| Listen, listen. |
| I’m at this raggedy motherfucka right
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| now, ‘bout to fuckin' quit nigga. |
| I heard about the deal, smullcounty
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| Dreamville, son. |
| Ohh shit, it’s lit, nigga. |
| That’s what y’all be sayin',
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| „It's lit“, right? |
| It’s lit, it’s lit as fuck. |
| Yo, I’m at this raggedy
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| motherfucka. |
| Hold on, man. |
| Fuck these niggas, man, I’m quitin'. |
| I’m goin' on
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| the road with you. |
| I told you. |
| I got them bars. |
| I got them hooks.
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| Hold on, hold on. |
| Hey Ethan, fuck you, bro. |
| Fuck you, too, Todd.
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| And fuck you Samantha with them thin-ass lips, you fuckin' bitch.
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| Fuck corporate. |
| Fuck you, crackers. |
| I’m out this bitch. |
| I’m goin' on tour.
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| I’m still slummin' while I’m chasing life I got my bag and I’m ready to go.
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| Um I just- you know just letting you know, where I need to meet you at?
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| I’m on my way. |
| I got my little shit- I’m ready to go. |
| I don' quit.
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| just like you, I’m runnin' with you, nigga. |
| We on, we on, nigga.
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| We active, nigga. |
| Ahhh I’m still Queen City Slummin', nigga. |
| Let’s go.
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| Two steps back just to get it right» |