| Yeah
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| Roll one up and hit this magic
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| Roll one up and hit this magic
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| With the gang we ball out, it can get tragic
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| All we got, we gon' let you niggas have it
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| Stuck in my ways, think I need to change my habits
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| What would you do if you were me and didn’t have shit?
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| Look in the mirror, now I’m feeling like a savage
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| Tell my son I love him, for him I’ma make it happen
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| Now my dreams reality, not goin' back to trappin'
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| You say that you proud of me, I turn my back, you laughin'
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| Now I hit the scene, they like «Lights, camera, action!»
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| Livin' in a dream, now my music they be blastin'
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| Step out, I’m a star, always in the latest fashion
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| Had to set the bar, niggas try to catch me lackin'
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| Bank account for my son, he won’t have to struggle
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| You can see it in my eyes, all I do is hustle
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| They try to knock me off my feet, I’m ready to rumble
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| Feel like I ain’t ate in weeks, workin' off the muscle
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| Oh yeah, oh my, we ride
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| For my brothers, no lie
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| All you niggas can die
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| Never wrong, they right
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| Yeah, I ain’t changin' my side
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| Yeah, we in it for life
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| 'Cause if you down, you ridin'
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| Roll one up and hit this magic
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| With the gang we ball out, it can get tragic
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| All we got, we gon' let you niggas have it
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| Stuck in my ways, think I need to change my habits
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| What would you do if you were me and didn’t have shit?
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| Look in the mirror, now I’m feeling like a savage
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| Tell my son I love him, for him I’ma make it happen
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| Now my dreams reality, not goin' back to trappin'
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| You say that you proud of me, I turn my back, you laughin'
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| Ay, how could you lie to my face?
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| People claim that they be loyal, they be takin' up space
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| Seen my broski lose his heart when he was fightin' that case
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| Took so many L’s, I’m not goin' back to those days
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| I’ma treat you how you treat me, do you like how it tastes?
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| Shorty, you’s a one-nighter, can’t treat you like my ace
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| I got way too many problems to be worried I’m straight
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| Me and Craig sellin' weed, had to watch for the jakes
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| On the road this shit crazy, I get eighty a show
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| Save my money, stack it up, it look like I’m sellin' dope
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| Foreign cars, drive 'em fast, I never done this before
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| Get high, drown out my problems, let me pour me a four, yeah
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| Roll one up and hit this magic
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| With the gang we ball out, it can get tragic
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| All we got, we gon' let you niggas have it
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| Stuck in my ways, think I need to change my habits
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| What would you do if you were me and didn’t have shit?
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| Look in the mirror, now I’m feeling like a savage
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| Tell my son I love him, for him I’ma make it happen
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| Now my dreams reality, not goin' back to trappin'
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| You say that you proud of me, I turn my back, you laughin' |