| Damn, I feel alive, uh
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| No more stressing out, no more messing 'round
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| No more gettin' by, uh
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| No more fakes, no more snakes
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| No more brakes, boy, I’m chasing mine, uh
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| No more wasting time, uh
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| We gon' make it fine, boy
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| I say it all the time, uh
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| Damn, I feel alive, uh
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| No more stressing out, no more messing 'round
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| No more gettin' by, man
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| No more fakes, no more snakes
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| No more brakes, boy, I’m chasing mine, uh
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| No more wasting time, yeah
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| We gon' make it fine (let's go)
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| I say it all the time, uh
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| Every night I lay awake and think about what could have been
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| Man, all of the chances I coulda took
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| All of the places I should’ve went
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| Never thought I’d see this side of me
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| All of the people that lied to me
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| No, I’m not afraid to die, and homie
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| I’m afraid of dying with some life in me
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| I want a wife that’s not triffling
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| When I gotta dash, no hyphening
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| And I be so high, where the Eiffel be
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| And I be on that ass, where her iPhone be
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| And I be that guy that’s just making moves
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| I am so far from a basic dude
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| And I’m in the stu' while you chasing nudes
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| When you gettin' money, they chasin' you
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| Man, I’m the type to just stay up late and try to find a way to get us all rich
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| You shit talkers just striking out and lookin' hella dumb when that ball’s
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| pitched
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| Grab a swisha man, stuff it fat
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| If the booty’s big, then I’m cuffin' that
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| If you smell the loud, then it’s us in fact
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| And if it ain’t legit, I’m not crossing that
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| You bitches want to look like other bitches, man
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| I’ll never get it, but that shit is crazy
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| I do not fuck around like my dick is lazy
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| Livin' up in the sun while they actin' shady
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| Bro, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
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| I just nod, I don’t trust 'em
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| And when my hard work pays the fuck off, I don’t wanna hear you fussing
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| (Yeah)
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| Damn, I feel alive
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| No more stressing out, no more messing 'round
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| No more gettin' by
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| No more fakes, no more snakes
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| No more brakes, boy, I’m chasing mine
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| No more wasting time
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| We gon' make it fine
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| I say it all the time
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| (Yeah)
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| Damn, I feel alive
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| No more stressing out, no more messing 'round
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| No more gettin' by
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| No more fakes, no more snakes
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| No more brakes, boy, I’m chasing mine
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| No more wasting time
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| We gon' make it fine
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| I say it all the time
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| Yeah
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| I just been focused on working and stacking this money so high
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| The bills adding up and the homies need paper so gimme that pile
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| If you want a feature, a thousand, then you try to send me those files
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| I’m killing these records, like fuck it, you might as well put me on trial
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| Like back to the basics, remember all the days we didn’t make shit
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| And now we get a stack just to play shit
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| Green room with your girl ain’t no different than the basement
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| Wait up, how you gon' do me like that?
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| Who you know do it like that?
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| You ain’t gon' fool me like that with the fake shit
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| Homie, you the fakest
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| I ain’t gonna listen when you play shit
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| Wait up, keep it to yourself, I don’t need your input
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| Sounded like you got your fuckin' bars from a kids book
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| Girls on my line like a fish hook
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| Like damn, I ain’t neva felt this good
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| Wait up, this is who I am, I ain’t neva gonna change
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| Workin' like a dog, I ain’t neva get a break though
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| Fuck it, that’s fine, I won’t let it go to waste now
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| I ain’t let it go to waste, real talk
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| Damn, I feel alive
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| No more stressing out, no more messing 'round
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| No more gettin' by
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| No more fakes, no more snakes
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| No more brakes, boy, I’m chasing mine
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| No more wasting time
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| We gon' make it fine
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| I say it all the time
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| Damn, I feel alive
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| No more stressing out, no more messing 'round
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| No more gettin' by
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| No more fakes, no more snakes
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| No more brakes, boy, I’m chasing mine
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| No more wasting time
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| We gon' make it fine
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| I say it all the time |