| Woah, woah
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| Oh-oh, oh
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| Oh-oh, oh
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| They tried to tell me I wouldn’t be shit
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| Family doubted, I couldn’t believe
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| I had to focus and better myself
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| Fightin' anxiety, smokin' these trees
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| I got caught up tryna run up a juug
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| Locked me up, felt like I’m never gon' leave
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| Life is so rough, you ain’t show me no love
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| Time to be selfish and focus on me
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| Niggas tried tell me I wasn’t gon' win
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| They tried to knock me up off of my grind
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| Ain’t motivated, then get out my face
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| Negative energy, left it behind
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| I made a promise, my niggas gon' ball
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| Judges can’t hold me to finish this time
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| Gotta stay toe, we ain’t never gon' fold
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| Smelly ain’t here, but for him we gon' shine
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| Still play the block, it ain’t changed
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| I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
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| How the fuck you tryna prove somethin' to me?
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| You ain’t even at the top of your game
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| How you got them niggas rockin' your chain?
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| 22, the sound pop in your brain
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| Last nigga tried to snake me dead
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| On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame
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| Hop in the foreign, switch lanes
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| AP, no Jane, bro made a hundred off 'caine
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| VVS diamonds, my chains
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| Everything changed, lifestyle just won’t be the same
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| Mama know this year my time
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| Low on my mind, I can’t let up off the grind
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| I won’t leave no one behind
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| We finna shine, listen, just give me some time
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| Somethin' different 'bout the life I live
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| And the games we play
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| All the pain we done been through
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| Will I change? |
| No way
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| Somethin' different 'bout the life I live
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| And the games we play (Games we play)
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| All the pain we done been through
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| Will I change? |
| No way
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| Mama know that I’m a bright kid, only eighteen
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| Always knew that I would get here, had a bright dream
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| Now I’m headed to the top now, me and my team
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| We’re no longer on the block now movin' ice cream
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| Feedin' into the bullshit, I gotta stop that
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| And I can’t fuck a bitch if her shit is not fat
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| And I’m cruisin' through my city, finna push the top back
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| And AMIRI on my waist, so I keep the strap back
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| You don’t really want smoke
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| Still play the block, it ain’t changed
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| I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
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| How the fuck you tryna prove somethin' to me?
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| You ain’t even at the top of your game (No, no, no-no)
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| How you got them niggas rockin' your chain?
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| 22, the sound pop in your brain (No, no, no-no)
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| Last nigga tried to snake me dead
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| On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame
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| Somethin' different 'bout the life I live
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| And the games we play
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| All the pain we done been through
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| Will I change? |
| No way
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| Somethin' different 'bout the life I live
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| And the games we play (Games we play)
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| All the pain we done been through
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| Will I change? |
| No way (No, no, no, no)
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| No, no, no-no
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| No, no, no-no
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| No, no, no-no |