| They used to call me names
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| Said i was just a wanna be
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| But now they all pay to see
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| What they were gettin for free
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| How about them days and now
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| You dont know what to say
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| Aint it funny how the sun can shine
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| And hide away
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| And its a long way on a they say highway
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| Im still runnin
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| A lonesome highway of uncut my way
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| Can you feel me comin
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| In a 59 drop top blood red cadillac
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| Knock knockin
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| Black bob at your door
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| Still rockin
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| Everybody say that
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| Knock knockin
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| They used to say ritchie boy
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| He got no sense
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| But now they say oh bobby man
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| He was my best friend
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| Aint it funny how the glory and the stories
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| And the times can change
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| And no sense ritchie just
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| But himself a big fuckin airplane
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| I grew up in the back woods
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| Hung in the crack hoods
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| Learned to pimp
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| Like a mack should
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| I could have been a rich man like pops
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| I never kissed ass
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| And those days since passed
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| Here i stand like jesus
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| I dont need this
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| Fuck you ho’s can squeeze this
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| I cant believe this
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| Im so wasted
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| From all the fruits of life
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| That ive tasted
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| Never a clone on the microphone
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| I got shit built up
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| Cause i never felt loved at home
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| And all alones how i spend my free time
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| Writin freal rhymes
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| Drinkin cheap wine
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| Easy whips
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| And a cracker
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| Im the master blaster
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| No one cuts faster
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| The king of disaster
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| Is who i’am ho
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| And i’ll be rippin the fuckin ryhmes
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| And ill make you mother shit her pants bro
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| So so
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| You better watch your back
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| Watch for me comin
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| Watch for me comin
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| In a 59 drop top blood red cadillac |