| I flip the ill joints, above average
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| Days get savage with bad situations and scenarios
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| We’re causing damage
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| Shit get hard to manage, still, the mind excel
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| I like to recline with an L, watch some Dave Chappelle
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| After hooking up a beat diggers holy grail
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| Stay focused on my goal, and avoid doing time in jail
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| To get this cash, gotta hustle, for real
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| Niggas ain’t gotta like me, but gotta respect the skills
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| Shorty told me that she like to play the beats and chill
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| That made me smile
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| I hit the dial, the SP master with the illest style
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| Word, these niggas know the time
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| These fake cats tryna stop my shine
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| I keep it on the low
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| With a steady grind
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| With more stress on the mind than I can handle
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| Life’s a gamble
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| Played my ace now I’m on a scramble
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| Shit’s real, paying bills and stacking dough for the future
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| I make the right moves and won’t go out like another loser
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| When it rains
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| When it rains it pours
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| Going through trials, tribulations and wars
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| Gotta stay focused, hold your head, and, go for yours
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| When it rains
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| Son, I feel your pain, for sure
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| To all my Gs getting paid on both sides of the law
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| Go for what you know, my brother, and get yours
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| Kids brought up on being complacent
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| Brought up in a place of limitation
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| Chasing nothing other than grams and happy faces
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| While my trains tour this course pavement
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| Law enforcement force more to court cases
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| From
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| Painting walls to serving draws
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| I trace pages
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| My outlined hate, raging
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| Can’t contain what I need to say
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| So I stay with a pen till I meet my fate
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| My people say they 'Ain't tryna see no change'
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| I guess it’s me, some sheets, and a beat to
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| The weeks don’t change
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| I’m eager to reach a
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| Defeat, never
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| Better if I leave this place
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| Either you feel what I say or you’re a sheep enslaved
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| Truth gets laid on beats for my peeps to play
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| One of the last ones left in this mess of a game
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| When it rains
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| When it rains it pours
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| Going through trials, tribulations and wars
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| Gotta stay focused, hold your head, and, go for yours
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| When it rains
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| Son, I feel your pain, for sure
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| To all my Gs getting paid on both sides of the law
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| Go for what you know, my brother, and get yours
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| Brothers be scheming on ways to make a raise
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| Step the game up for moving on a next stage
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| The mind rage
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| So have to meditate and stay calm
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| And think through all your options, and don’t be acting in alarm
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| 'Cos the wrong moves will have you taking a bad turn
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| Waking up in Hell feeling the burn
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| Brothers yearn for better times
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| Some plan heavy crimes
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| Some prefer to hold it down with a slow, but steady, grind
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| Walking thin and deadly lines
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| That’s how life can keep you on the edge
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| Stress got you going off your head
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| I stay on the low like a brother ducking feds
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| Keep a watchful eye, my soul walk in the sky
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| With music I elevate and deal with the traumas of life
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| 'Cos each week is like a new feat
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| Days get rough when you ain’t making that cash to eat
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| The mind go in retreat
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| You can’t climb the mountain of stress 'cos it’s too steep
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| When it rains
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| When it rains it pours
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| Going through trials, tribulations and wars
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| Gotta stay focused, hold your head, and, go for yours
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| When it rains
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| Son, I feel your pain, for sure
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| To all my Gs getting paid on both sides of the law
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| Go for what you know, my brother, and get yours |