| Just to make it through
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| Ooh, but nobody wanna lose
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| Nobody wanna fail, nobody wanna die
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| We just tryna live our lives
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| They don’t understand me, so fuck it
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| I’m on my new shit
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| Baby mama stressin' and trippin', won’t let me see the kids
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| Now the feds at the house
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| You tell them where I’m fuckin' at
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| Cuz I remember in '02, bitch you didn’t have my back
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| had a nigga back
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| nigga had a strap stay behind them suckas
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| But nigga comin' back, that good pussy, I love that
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| Them big old racks, I love that
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| Still I want that whole stack
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| Came in with that red 'Vette
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| With my ice on but my lil dog kept hatin' on me
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| So I made his bitch get
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| Y’all follow me cuz yall been lost
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| I’m a made nigga
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| I’ve been boss
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| So I’m made like Rick Ross
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| I’m like 2Pac
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| I ride around with my new Glock
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| Pop yo ass like guwop
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| 89 is my block, my lil niggas get headshots
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| Funk around and get yo heart stopped, you slide through on my block
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| My clip tight like knots
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| My clip tight like
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| 40 under my Gucci belt, 40 under my Gucci belt
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| Knocked that nigga bitc, it was the worst feeling he ever felt
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| Took a bitch bands and I stacked’em up for my fuckin' self
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| Niggas mad at me, I ain’t askin for no fuckin' help
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| Better ask about me round these streets
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| Hot shots from big chops hold 2−2-3's
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| I’m choppin shit down, knock him off his feet
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| She said she got 5 on it, ho I need 10 g’s
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| I could see a bitch wit potential through a blind fold
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| They know my name from West Oakland to 9−0
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| And I don’t know what you been told
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| But I send any bitch that got 10 toes
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| My neck is gold and my wrist is
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| I was on the block, had to chase the cheese like a rat
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| 7 AM, I was up early in the in the trap
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| I was gettin my bands
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| My was more than that |