| Time goes by
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| Puffing on lie
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| Hopping that it gets me by
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| Got a nigga going crazy
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| We call this on e ventilation
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| Some niggas wanted to kill me
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| Got locked up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that same
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| county
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| Picture me getting bumped for a silly hand off
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| The bullpens fucked up just as Willie Randolph See
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| I could pop a few nickel plated glocks to
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| It’s easier to kill niggas than it is not to
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| I let the pot grew
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| Then the plot grew
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| It the labels job to label you don’t fit it and they’ll drop you
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| Finally made a move on something I been saw
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| Sometimes you got to lose the fight if you trying to win the war
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| I’m focused on tomorrow
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| I’m done seeing my friends in the rearview thing we really closer than we are
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| Fuck the record label
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| No relation or correlation all my admiration just turned aggravation they say
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| How you sit so long when you spew classics?
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| I tell niggas I can’t understand it «that's blue magic»
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| The rap game as is either you on some snap shit
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| Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade like the brat is
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| I hear niggas joints and take it personal WHY
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| Now everybody want to spit about their personal lives
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| Before that was none existent
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| Me I’m an addict with an addition for anything that seems to cause friction
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| Maybe I’m in a relationship with bad Karma
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| What her past the somber maybe I attract drama yeah
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| Undoubtedly my life is on some VH1 shit
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| Just adding some salt and pepper to reality while
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| Other artistes is obsessed with more toys
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| Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz’s there lost boys
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| Un I kept brushing off my shoulder till the chip was going
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| Left the benz at the dealers till the kit was on
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| I don’t feel niggas songs
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| So while ya’ll at the awards I’m loading up on ratches that’s the tip I’m on
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| Flow is on acid I swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn’t so busy
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| carrying baggage
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| Calling god a bastard
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| Calvin look way different in person then they had him looking in his casket
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| I’m looking in his casket like he had no face
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| I was at a lost for words like fiasco gate
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| So I figured I say a prayer for em got on my knees quick
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| And realized «I DON’T EVER PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT»
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| My soul akin trying to stay low maintains
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| I’m stuck in hell waiting on blessing with no patience
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| I done made the ave hot
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| Been had as stab shot
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| Waiting on my jackpot
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| Always been a have not
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| Always been an under dog little guy still try
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| Cause I think I’m a cash cow they treat me like I’m milk dry
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| Juggling nickels and dime I’m walking a fine line
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| Sometimes you got to just breath maybe give time, time
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| Give me a sign kind of shock he won’t
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| See I want another baby but my pockets don’t
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| Normally that wouldn’t bother me
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| Till I wake up and get the paper and read some rich nigga won the lottery
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| Young black and shameless
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| Shorty keep beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her second language
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| Why do I entertain it
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| Listen we been arguing about everything for ages do it ever change shit
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| Wind up igging each other for the whole week
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| It’s a lot of men in this world baby you chose me like I chose you
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| We been rocking for years you signed up your not a victim you’re a volunteer it
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| weird
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| Not a cheater on occasion still fuck a bitch
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| Who knows why maybe just to be covered
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| I’m me she her we both had enough of it but won’t leave
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| We the only ones who put up with it
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| In all areas its like my stocks crashing
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| Wishing all these old motherfuckers would stop rapping
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| Trying to be tasteful
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| Not mad or hateful |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ventilation , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Mood Muzik 3 (The Album), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп