| (He was once a thug from around the way)
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| My life was never (Eazy)
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| My life was never (Eazy)
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| Started in my Cutlass clutchin' heat like it's an open oven
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| Puffin' chronic, Puff and Biggie out the window, speaker subbin'
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| Run into the Crips, it ain't no discussion
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| Bullet wounds drenched in Hennessey and teaspoons of Robitussin
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| Head up faze, got a few concussion, yeah
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| Compton's amazed, Dr. Dre percussion
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| God, please grant my nigga eternal life, we need the beats
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| Aftermath whеre you fall asleep, you do not eat
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| And my belly is full, gorilla ridin' thе bull
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| Banana clips in the pool, swan dive in Clase Azul
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| The opps, I'm on they ass, grandmama whoopings in school
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| This Wilmington and Brazil where niggas die in they jewels
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| Too many Problems, too many YGs
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| So many ties to dollar signs, easy to end up on E
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| I got shot up like Columbine, the crips descended on me
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| Sign my name on the dotted line, that was vengeance on beats
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| This is the way
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| (He was once a thug from around the way)
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| My life was never (Eazy)
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| My life was never (Eazy)
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| There it is, there it was
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| Don't interrupt just because
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| It's no love
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| Shoulder shrug (Shrug)
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| How I ain't bring nothin' to the table when I'm the table?
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| I'ma turn up the music, wake up the neighbors
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| I'ma get that "Thug Life" tatted 'cross the navel
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| This is how I am in real life, not just on cable
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| "Mr. Narcissist," tell me 'bout my arrogance
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| No more counselin', I don't negotiate with therapists
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| God Ye, wanna let God in?
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| But tonight, I guess I'll let my pride win
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| Cousin Dre sent me scriptures, helped me see life better
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| Nigga, we havin' the best divorce ever
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| If we go to court, we'll go to court together
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| Matter of fact, pick up your sis, we'll go to Kourt's together
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| I watched four kids for like five hours today
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| I wear these Yeezy boots everywhere, even in the shower today
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| I got love for the nannies, but real family is better
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| The cameras watch the kids, y'all stop takin' the credit
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| Noncustodial dad, I bought the house next door
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| What you think the point of really bein' rich for?
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| When you give 'em everything, they only want more
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| Boujee and unruly, y'all need to do some chores
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| Rich-ass kids, this ain't yo' mama house
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| Climb on your brother's shoulders, get that Top Ramen out
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| God saved me from that crash
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| Just so I can beat Pete Davidson's ass (Who?)
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| And my new bitch bad
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| I know Illuminati mad
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| This that New-minati, bitch
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| This that two Bugatti rich
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| This that "God did this"
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| Only God did this
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| There it is, there it was
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| Don't interrupt, just because
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| Ain't no love, shoulder shrug
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| Won't He do it? |
| Yes He does
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| Won't He do it? |
| Yes He does
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| Won't He do it?
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| My life was never (Eazy)
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| This next one gon' be (Eazy)
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| (He was once a thug from around the way)
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| (He was once a thug from around the way, easy)
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| (He was—, he was—)
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| (He was—, he was—)
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| (He was once a—, once a—)
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| (Thug from a—, thug from a—, from around the way) |