| Look, staring out the windows of the cleaners
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| Zoned out chronic day dreamer
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| Thinking about ah beamer my homie just copped a Saab
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| Swear it makes me wanna quit this fucking job
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| I’m working too hard ain’t got nothing to show
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| Bummy clothes and that paper coming way too slow
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| I need some options see my partner out there clocking
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| Moving flow like its blow
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| Scoop me up and told me what I should know
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| Now we flipping through the trenches and I’m soaking up game
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| Told him I just want the money don’t require the fame
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| Ain’t really trying to swang rather stay in my lane
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| Just trying to get some change and still leave the way I came
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| See my aim stays focused on the target
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| Hustle hard but don’t forget to be the smartest
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| You got to play the game can’t let it play you
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| Can put you in a Benz or a grave you choose
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| Little homie with ah big dream
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| Get paid then I ride clean
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| Then I saw that beamer staring out the window of the cleaners
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| I just gotta get it
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| Word on the street ah nigga on
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| Set my partner on chrome when he came home
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| Matter of fact it was the gold star 5's
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| Different lingo you couldn’t identify
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| Floss through the city no tint and gold chains
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| New king pins of the audio dope game
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| Wasn’t happy they hating because we got it
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| Show love to yo' face but still ploting
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| Wanna knock you off your horse take you off your track
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| Wanna take the butchers knife and put it in your back
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| That’s why compassion is something you gotta lack
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| Nothing but wolves in this game you gotta adapt
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| Choppin' down trees fuck a beaten path
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| The fire might be hot but it don’t ever last
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| And eventually that candle gon' burn out
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| And we still shine ain’t that crazy how it turn out
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| What you doing man what’s that?
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| You tell me man
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| It looks like coke nigga, You fuck me up A
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| You never say shit B, just come out the blue with some coke huh |