| They putting prices on heads, silver or lead
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| I pray the scores settle 'fore the devil notice you dead
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| Got me smoking the potent, my eyes open and Otis, they red
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| Thoughts of my eye roam and words that I hoped I had said
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| That aunty sippin on, we missin ya
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| Even tho you gone, your thought alone can lift us up
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| This is us
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| Got some niggas never call me 'less they need something
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| But I pick up, like, «whassup, what you need cousin?»
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| My niggas know that I love 'em
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| Give 'em roses while they can smell 'em
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| Cause ain’t no tellin' who’ll be here tomorrow
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| Used to borrow your digital scale
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| Flippin' them sales
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| But now it’s digital dash while you’re still in the past
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| Boy, trust me when I tell you, the picture got much bigger
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| The swishers and dutch fill up
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| Bitches in lust with us
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| Momma would dissapprove, losing my way
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| Lost in the sauce, this bolognese is so amazing
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| Had a talk and she remark: «you so engaging»
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| Running game, it’s all the same
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| I’m growing jaded
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| Had a couple things in common, like Lonnie Lynn
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| But I’m too faded for conversatin'
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| I’m sittin' here contemplatin' how to win
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| Time keeps slipping away (—how to win), away
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| Another day another love song, hey
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| Another day another love song, hey
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| Time keeps slipping away, away
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| Another day another love song, hey
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| Another day another love song, hey
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| Yeah
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| Cousin in jail again, asking me for bail again
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| Close when I was 12, but I was much frailer then
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| He was like 16, a nigga from the gutter and
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| Years ago his favorite uncle had married my mother and
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| Here we are, runnin' through the Ville like dumb and dumber and
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| For that summer man I swear I wish you was my brother then
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| Well time passed and we fell off cause you moved back home
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| Little did you know Jermaine done grew a new back bone
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| Niggas thought he wouldn’t make it 'till he proved that wrong
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| 12 years later on the radio, that «Who Dat» song
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| Your homeboy bumps the Warm Up now you buggin'
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| Cause you looking at the cover and you say «Yo that’s my cousin»
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| And niggas looking at you like you lying but you wasn’t
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| Next thing I know you blowing up my line all a sudden
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| And I’m showing love saying «yo look what I did
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| Man, nobody coming from here ever did this shit this big»
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| But now you saying «Man enough about you
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| Shit what about me, my nigga what about me?
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| Oh you forgot about me?»
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| Same niggas showed you how to rap, now you don’t know how to act
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| Boy I’m at the bottom you could pull a nigga out of that
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| Put me in a video, yo put me on your hottest track
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| Bring me on the road with you, you know 'cuz got yo back
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| And I’m strapped up if them niggas act up
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| See you headed to the top you need to let me catch up
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| Please let me catch up
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| Won’t you let me catch up man"
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| «I'll see you when I see you
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| Harsh as it seems to say, I wouldn’t want to be you
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| Bail you out for your daughter and I pray to God
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| A nigga never pull your card or she won’t ever get to see you»
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| Time keeps slipping away, away
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| Another day another love song, hey
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| Another day another love song, hey
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| Time keeps slipping away, away
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| Another day another love song, hey
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| Another day another love song, hey |