| Top down with the fresh cut
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| With A. Baker (Anita Baker) through the speakers, 'Best Of'
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| A crisp white tee, I’m still feelin' dressed up
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| Everythin' else healthy, don’t get me messed up
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| A good pair of shades on, you gon always see me in disguise
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| Not for style, I don’t want you to seein' my eyes
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| But for now, tell God hurry my plans
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| Cause I just had to bury my man
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| Us two was on some brother shit
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| But if I learned anythin', if you take life for granted it’ll grant you some
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| other shit
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| I know I can’t be the only one troubled with
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| I talk 'bout hard shit like I discovered it
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| Thought I had enough of it, still won’t cut a wrist
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| I just wrote the book, he published it
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| Simply read holdin' back the years
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| Cause when I strayed, it looked like he holdin' back some tears, he sayin'
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| Sometimes I feel like it’s a ghost behind me
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| Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me
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| Clockin' my every move, takin' notes behind me
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| Crowd laughin', there must be a 'Roast' behind me
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| But the boy won’t bend
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| Though the road to the riches is startin' to look like it don’t end
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| I’m on 9−5 speedin', truly love it
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| No idea where I’m goin', that’s the beauty of it
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| But still I’m here waitin' on a sign
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| Or a F.Y.I. |
| to be notified, cause (WHY)
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| Do it matter what he got it store for niggas if they too broke to buy
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| I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons ya’ll
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| From the devil’s bedroom on to his front yard
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| Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur
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| Let em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said
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| Wouldn’t be smart to tangle wit ya guardian angel
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| Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles
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| Get mangled, so I don’t got shit
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| My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit
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| Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick
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| But there’s a suicide bomber in the cockpit
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| See my intent is to be content
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| But that’s contingent off fly hoe’s usin' ??
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| Since mama concieved me
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| Me and dude been stuck in a melee
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| He’s tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasely
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| But I could give a fuck how a nigga percieves me
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| So until God retrieves me
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| I’m followin' behind the nigga that misleads me
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| If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me
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| But everytime I try he tells me that he needs me |