| Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted
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| Try to run the routes, I tell it’s hard for me to manage
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| They say the pressure was on, well, I didn’t notice
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| 'Cause that pressure don’t really mean shit when you out your focus
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| Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I’m toting
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| New extendo in this bitch, need to re so I’m loaded
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| All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would’ve thought this where I live
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| In the booth all day, that shit help me see mills
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| I took a chanc and rolled the dice
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| All thse rap niggas act so weird
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| I got bodies in that field, ain’t tattle-taled
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| She hit my line and I might slide
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| Yeah, she ain’t want me 'fore the deal
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| Now I got her in my bed witnessing my skills
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| Yeah, I been stacking royalties like Legos
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| I shape up all these killers like some Play-Doh
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| Stuck between the streets and this rap shit
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| Like two slices of bread, I’m the mayo
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| Know I’m smiling but I don’t play though
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| Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted
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| Try to run the routes, I tell it’s hard for me to manage
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| They say the pressure was on, well, I didn’t notice
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| 'Cause that pressure don’t really mean shit when you out your focus
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| Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I’m toting
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| New extendo in this bitch, need to re so load it
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| All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would’ve thought this where I live
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| In the booth all day, that shit help me see mills
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| All day off in the booth, help me make it up out the jail
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| I been up grinding with no sleep, feel like I don’t even got time to rest
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| I been struggling all my life, I done finally got me a check
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| Young rich nigga, I could flood my necklace with baguettes
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| And none of you niggas ain’t seeing me, bitch, I got the belt
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| Like John Cena, but I ain’t doing no fighting, this a gun inside my Bimmer
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| Nigga run up on me crazy, I’m Aaliyah
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| NFL, I’m in that field, I catch you slipping, I’m let go
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| You niggas ain’t got no bread, y’all need to catch up, no tomato
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| And that chopper rip your ass apart, suggest you stay out my way though
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| 'Cause all a nigga know is bang, would’ve thought my first name Fredo
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| Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted
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| Try to run the routes, I tell it’s hard for me to manage
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| They say the pressure was on, well, I didn’t notice
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| 'Cause that pressure don’t really mean shit when you out your focus
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| Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I’m toting
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| New extendo in this bitch, need to re so load it
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| All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would’ve thought this where I live
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| In the booth all day, that shit help me see mills |