| I lost my dog, I lost my mind, no lie, I’m really lost inside
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| I can get it back in blood, but still, I can’t get back the time
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| Fuck that humble shit, let’s go, you know I’m spazzin' out 'bout mine
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| I got Dolph lookin' down on me, I know that nigga proud
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| Ayy, don’t worry 'bout Glizock, nigga, I’ma hold it down (Yeah)
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| I went and got some blue diamonds to let 'em know you still around (Yeah)
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| And ain’t shit change, I’m still doin' my thing and makin' niggas frown
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| Yeah, that money still flowin' in on this Paper Route
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| I still don’t trust these bitches either, I just slut 'em out
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| Lately, I been talkin' to the reaper, I can’t shut him out
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| I been prayin' on my knees but don’t feel like it’s working out (Yeah)
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| Yea It’s PRE five life, nigga, even after I die
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| Think I was born with that fire, I prolly go out with' my nine (Yeah)
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| I’m 'bout that shit for real and you can see it in my eyes (Yeah)
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| I been tryna drink the pain away, sippin' line after line (Yeah)
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| Yeah, I’m fucked up, no cap, just the other day, caught myself cryin'
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| Then I wiped my face, shook that shit off and got back on my grind (Yeah)
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| And if ain’t about no money then I’m deaf, the same time blind
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| I got dark clouds all over me but somehow, I still shine
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| Yeah I bring bags home like groceries, we started flippin' dimes
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| Now I’m doin' shows all overseas, bitch, look at me now
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| I’m my brother’s keeper, fuck you mean? |
| This shit deeper than rap
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| And if I ever get the chance bet I won’t miss a hundred rounds (Yeah, yeah,
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| yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| If I ever get the chance, bet I won’t miss a hundred rounds (Fah, fah, fah, fah,
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| fah, fah)
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| I lost my dog, I lost my mind, no lie, I’m really lost inside
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| I can get it back in blood, but still, I can’t get back the time
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| Fuck that humble shit, let’s go, you know I’m spazzin' out 'bout mine
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| I got Dolph lookin' down on me, I know that nigga smilin'
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| And my auntie lookin' down on me, your baby still wylin' (Yeah)
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| I been reminiscin', sippin' triss, and twistin' up these flowers
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| Took a look up in the mirror and told that boy the world is ours (Ayy, yeah)
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| Fuck this money, fuck this fame yeah I got respect, I got power (Yeah)
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| They been tellin' me to sit down cause they know a nigga slidin' (Yeah)
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| Bitch, I carry my own weight, nigga ain’t nothin' bout me slimy (Bitch)
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| I come from a city niggas get rich or die tryin'
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| Plenty lil' niggas with' big guns screamin' out, «Who wanna die?»
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| I never been a fuck nigga, that never been my kind
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| I just had a talk with daddio, he told me don’t waste no time
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| So I’ma put this shit up in they face and keep your name alive (Yeah)
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| So I’ma put this shit up in they face and keep your name alive (Flippa)
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| Yeah nigga, fuck everybody and fuck everything nigga
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| Get money nigga, run that shit up nigga
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| Run that shit all the way up nigga
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| 'Til you can’t run it no more the fuckin' more nigga
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| All the way up nigga, up, up nigga
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| I lost my dog, I lost my mind, no lie, I’m really lost inside
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| I can get it back in blood, but still, I can’t get back the time
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| Fuck that humble shit, let’s go, you know I’m spazzin' out 'bout mine
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| I got Dolph lookin' down on me, I know that nigga proud |