| Yeah
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| Close
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| Ville-matic, one, one
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| One, one, one-two, one
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| One-two, one, one-two, one
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| One-two, one, one, listen
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| Close, I stare at my dreams as they approach
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| Gotta be patient and trust in God, He the coach
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| Temptations are taking a shortcut, but I don’t
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| 'Cause I ain’t tryna be a almost, when I get it, I’ma float
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| Gone are the days we was close
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| Now when I see you, I look at you just like a ghost
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| A shell of your former self, so caught up with that dope
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| Two niggas singin' two different notes and you know I gotta coast
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| Nothin' but a dollar and some hope
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| Up in NY, but damn, what hurts me the most
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| You was a good nigga, we knew each other’s folks
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| Now you gotta ride around with the toast and you keep that shit close
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| 'Cause niggas plottin' on you since you chose
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| To roll around with the candy paint on spokes
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| You know 'Ville niggas don’t like it when you boast
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| You know twelve be takin' notes and they watchin' you close
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| But maybe you don’t see 'em 'cause the smoke
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| Cloudin' your vision from every cigar that you toke
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| Plus the lean you sippin' which started as a joke
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| Got you now fiendin' for your next dose, meanwhile I’m so close
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| Don’t even give a fuck that I’m broke
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| 'Cause in my mind I’m rich with shit I done wrote
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| Therefore I’m convinced that this is supposed to happen
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| And in time I’ma blow, they gon' label me the GOAT
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| How long has it been since we spoke?
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| Last night I jumped up from my sleep, I was soaked
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| Call it a nightmare, the scene that awoke me
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| Involved you and niggas I ain’t know, they was creepin' up close
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| I saw the heat tucked in they coats
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| You didn’t notice 'cause you was busy countin' dough
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| I tried to yell, but nothin' came out of my throat
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| Niggas cocked back the hammers and you froze, in your eyes I saw hope
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| Hope of a better way to cope with the pain
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| And the scars, than the lean and the coke
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| And I swear in that moment I wish we were still close
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| Maybe I could’ve saved you, but no, trigger squeeze, gun smoke
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| I open up my eyes with a jolt
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| Heart pumpin' like Usain Bolt
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| Reached for my phone, missed calls and a text message note
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| From my mama sayin' you just got smoked, damn, this life is no joke
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| Close
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| Fuck |