| See what I’mma do is, like…
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| I just kinda wanna be able to, you know…
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| Smoke by myself
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| Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had to say or
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| Without really havin' to do nothin'
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| So I’mma go buy this pack, of 100's
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| Take me about 10 minutes to smoke a whole 100
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| Yeah, I’mma snip one upside down
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| And I’mma take one out and I’mma light it…
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| Just give me 10 minutes
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| I just need 10 minutes alone
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| To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
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| Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
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| Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
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| Give me 10 minutes
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| Without y’all comin at me with that bull
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| Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull
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| And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace
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| Let me smoke this one cig in peace
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| Look, now 'is a couple dudes that don’t wanna see me poppin'
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| They sarcastically ask me 'when your CD’s droppin'
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| Gotta keep my game face
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| They don’t leave me no options
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| Can’t lose my cool I know the streets keep watchin'
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| Dudes wanna see me lose it all
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| But I ain’t come this far to fall
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| Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all
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| I ain’t come this far to fall
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| And I ain’t gotta walk around with my clip and nine
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| A real nigga just open his coat to me and said his is mine
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| He said call him with his problems
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| But he don’t know that there’s always problems, it only gets worse
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| Like, some dudes get threatened they can’t stop me
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| So all they do is threaten to pop me
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| But go and get your weapon and cock, G
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| See it’s real here, I dun been up and down the block all week and I’m still here
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| Look, you wanna know where the booze and coke at
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| Gangsta’s, gorillas, damoo’s and locs at
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| Where the bricks, where the dip, where the X, where the morphine be
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| Take the turnpike to 14B
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| But now it’s back to this pussy dude threatenin' to hurt me
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| I didn’t know all of this came with reppin' Jersey
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| But now it’s no secret
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| If the thought of jump off doin it makes you so heated nigga so be it
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| But certain beef will be handeled if you’re special
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| Only marble in the crib, is the handle on the special
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| My guns in the hood
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| I can’t run from the hood
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| Nigga my sons in the hood
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| That should tell you what’s what
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| Soon as I feel good you retards remind me
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| But son, it ain’t hard to find me
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| I’m at ringside any time the fights on
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| And I’m in the big black truck with the Carolina lights on
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| Or you can hop on the Pulaski Skyway
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| I’m in the strip club almost every Friday
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| Kats is cornballs
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| Y’all dudes is bitches
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| Like I ain’t got enough problems with this music business
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| Just give me 10 minutes
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| I just need 10 minutes alone
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| To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
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| Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
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| Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
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| Give me 10 minutes
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| Without y’all comin at me with that bull
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| Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull
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| And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace
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| Let me smoke this one cig in peace
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| Some days I don’t wanna be bothered
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| Some days I just miss my father (damn)
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| Some days I just miss my father
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| Some days I wanna relapse on redline
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| Cuz he’ll be gone for 26 months fed time
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| I try to maintain through all this
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| And pray to god pop keep the same clean date in Fort Dix
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| My pockets flat kid
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| You do the math on $ 5.15 an hour full time after taxes
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| That wasn’t good enough to keep my MO
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| Shit that wasn’t good enough to complete my demo, for real
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| Some days I don’t wanna be seen
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| And some days I don’t shower, I don’t wanna be clean
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| Look, sometimes the truth could hurt you
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| So I blow my cig smoke right at the Truth commercial
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| Some days I don’t wanna be bothered
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| Some days I just miss my father
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| And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
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| It won’t be parole y’all, it be the half way house but NAH
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| That’s not the right path for a Budden
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| Cuz we’re addicts, addicts can’t do half of nothin'
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| Some days I’m reachin for the thing in the dresser
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| Some days I’m not invincible and I feel the pressure
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| Like if everyone’s dependin on me, and I just stop
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| Then what the fuck happens?
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| I can’t take that route and girl out
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| And sometimes I don’t wanna hear my girls mouth cause |
| My hectic schedule, she ain’t considering
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| So all I hear is the complaints and bickerin
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| Radio’s, studio’s, photo shoot’s
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| She think I’m fuckin every girl that say I’m oh so cute, cute
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| Don’t appreciate a man and you lose him
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| Worst thing to do to an innocent man is accuse him
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| And I ain’t with beefin' with home’s
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| Brand Nubian style, I had to love ma' but leave her alone
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| It ain’t workin out, I’ll see you aight
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| Just let go and let God see if we reunite
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| Cuz with yo shit added to the dudes that wanna see me fall
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| Nah, fuck it I won’t fall
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| Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all
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| I ain’t come this far to fall, fall
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| But listen, I’m fucked up now
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| Don’t ask why y’all
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| Sometimes the best medicine is just to cry y’all
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| Know what I’m sayin?
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| Excuse my voice fans, that should be a sign that I identify with what I’m sayin
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| Cuz it’s these type of thoughts that’ll kill ya
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| If you smokin' with me right now, then you a good way from the filter
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| And I won’t front like I ain’t stressin'
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| Sometimes I need a hug, real shit, pain shared is pain lessened (nigga)
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| Just give me 10 minutes
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| I just need 10 minutes alone
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| To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
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| Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
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| Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
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| Give me 10 minutes
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| Without y’all comin at me with that bull
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| Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull
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| And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace
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| Let me smoke this one cig in peace
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| Give me 10 minutes
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| I just need 10 minutes alone
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| To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
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| Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
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| Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
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| Give me 10 minutes
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| By myself, leave the boys at home
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| That’s all the time I really need to enjoy my bone
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| If you sparked when the song was beginnin at that time
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| Then your stoge should be endin with mine
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| And to you know who…
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| Ma, I never saw me being with you
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| But sometimes y’all dreams come true
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| I’m like your number one fan
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| Damn, I ain’t think Joe would see you
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| You’s a fantasy
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| I wasn’t supposed to meet you, NAH
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| Chances of that were so unlikely
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| And if we did meet, you wasn’t supposed to like me
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| But look, I rap now and it just so happens
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| God put me in a spot where that was just so happenin, see
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| She had a man, I had a girl
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| I broke up with mine and around that same time
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| We was hangin out she never laid a hand on me
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| But I could tell from the way she glanced at me
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| Her looks said baby boy somethin hampers me
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| And it would go down but I got my man with me
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| Lord how can it be?
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| You know I never been the dude to come and break up a happy family
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| And these 2 looked so happy on the outside
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| They could’ve only been happy on the outside
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| We eventually started creepin'
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| But for me it’s just sex
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| For her it’s cheatin'
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| It went down, one time, two times, once more
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| Talkin real passionate, every time it jumped off
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| I’m in deep y’all she’s more than a jump off
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| We both catchin' feelins, both startin to want more
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| But guess what, she can’t leave him
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| Maybe it’s somethin' I don’t know about, maybe she needs him
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| Means I still gotta front like we ain’t sleepin'
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| Still gotta shake his hand, I still gotta see him
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| How’s he supposed to look, supposed to feel for me
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| He gotta know I’m feelin you, and you feelin me
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| How am I supposed to look at that man with respect
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| With Bleek singin 'Is That Your Chick In My Head'
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| Dru Hill — 'Somebody Sleepin In My Bed'
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| Aaliyah — 'If Your Girl Only Knew' reversed, but look
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| Here’s why I’m down and out
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| I’m kinda worried y’all
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| I ain’t heard from him much since he found out
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| Even if she wasn’t mine y’all, she’s still in the brain
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| And I know wherever she’s at, she’s feelin' the same
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| So 'till my fantasy dame pop up
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| Everytime the cell rings I’m prayin that her name pop up, for real
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| I know y’all, I ain’t supposed to wife her
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| But it’s God’s fault, I wasn’t supposed to like her
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| Sometimes I think, why’d I have to meet chick for?
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| And some times dog, be careful what you wish for
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| Some times I don’t wanna be bothered
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| Some days I just miss my father
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| He’s stuck in the system |
| Treated like a dude that’s heartless
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| And they just transfered him, brought him up on new charges
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| Yeah folks I’m back to that
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| So I light another one and smoke back to back for real
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| I’m chain smokin' if you ain’t on my page, listen
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| I’m stressed out, hopin' this one’ll taste different
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| Dudes hopin' that I lose it all
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| I ain’t come this far to fall
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| Let me talk to all of you dudes wishin that I lose it all
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| I ain’t come this far to fall
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| Nah, I won’t fall
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| Hopin that I lose it all
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| I won’t fall, nigga (nah)
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| Hopin that I lose it all
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| I ain’t come this far to fall
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| Nah
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| Nah, (ain't come this)
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| Some days I don’t wanna be bothered
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| Some days I just miss my father (damn)
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| Just give me 10 minutes
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| I just need 10 minutes alone
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| To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
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| Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
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| Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
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| Give me 10 minutes
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| Without y’all comin at me with that bull
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| Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull
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| And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace
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| Let me smoke this one cig in peace (peace, peace) |