| On some third eye shit
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| What a young nigga to do? |
| Little yute trying to figure the bigger truth
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| Fed up with little proof, hopped off this stoop and cocked this duece
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| Adopted by the street life, Moms was juice and riches
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| Pops was tools he lifted, son of a gun, he put fools in ditches
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| Raised well, time went on and he aged well
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| At age 12 dropped a twelve gauge and two A-12's
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| When I blaze this L, see niggas who ain’t obey the style
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| So they spray shells and tool-grade's the cells
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| You remain swell, but you can tell that life that was once difficult
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| Got flipped like reciprocals
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| He retired the days in which he booted slaves and caught up in
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| Fusillades, and now he gets induced whenever music plays
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| But that’s just a day in the life
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| You saying it right, weak cats get dismayed in a night
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| Get this made in a night
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| You can say it ain’t right
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| But that’s just a day in the life
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| You saying it right, weak cats get dismayed in a night
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| Get this made in a night
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| You can say it ain’t right
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| At the back of my mind I’m held hostage
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| Incarcerated flow, they got me locked up and blocked up my chakras
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| Only thing on my conscience is contracts and contests
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| Can’t burn no bridges, surready no calling back to the
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| Nigga I used to be when, shit was new to me
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| Move indubitably, honeys always talking about they nudity
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| But stay including me to the exclusivities
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| I love titties, but amor kitties
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| You know I got those vato, you know the motto for models
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| Trust you gon' swallow, but mine not those bottles
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| Men lie, women lie, but not no lotto
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| It’s the primeval underground but nah, not no fossil
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| But that’s just a day in the life
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| You saying it right, weak cats get dismayed in a night
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| Get this made in a night
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| You can say it ain’t right
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| But that’s just a day in the life
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| You saying it right, weak cats get dismayed in a night
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| Get this made in a night
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| You can say it ain’t right
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| But that’s just a day in the life
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| You saying it right, weak cats get dismayed in a night
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| Get this made in a night
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| You can say it ain’t right |