| Open my eyes to a new day, spreading my wings
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| Taking shots of Crown cause I’m going through things
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| Everybody got they hands out looking for green
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| Coattails getting heavy cause I’m living my dream
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| I’m trying to school these young niggas it ain’t all what it seems
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| I still struggle just like you, and I still hustle just like you
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| But it just so happens that Big Pooh doing what he love to do
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| Get back on my work, cause I was penning on this piece last night
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| That’ll drive these niggas berserk
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| Tiggalo hit me up, Pooh its time to murk
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| Throw on a pair of sweats, And 1's, white shirt
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| Headed back to the shop, back to the spot where the hits keep coming
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| Stack them up like bricks, you can call me the mason of shit
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| Foundation has been rock solid no replacing, ya dig?
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| No replacing my nig, on everything that I live
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| We gonna let this bitch ride to our trains collide
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| Or we fall off track, and ain’t no bringing me back
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| And everything that go for you the same applies to Pat
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| Cause even though the birds ain’t singin' and the sun ain’t shinin'
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| It looks like a beautiful morning
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| Each day’s another chance to do the things I could’ve
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| Done the day before, but I didn’t and I known I should’ve
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| So I say a prayer for the gone for gooders
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| Who left this world, then kiss my girl «good mornin', shuga»
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| Another sunrise, and as much as I would love
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| To roll over on you I cannot do it because
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| The good Lord I prayed to him
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| And he said, «Niggas is listening now»
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| So I better have something to say to 'em
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| So I’mma tell 'em how it went down, man
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| Doin' shows for free goin' outta town, man
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| The way I almost broke down and, got a 9 to 5
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| Cause I had more press than the soundscans
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| This is the price that I pay for this music
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| And every word that I write is a testament to it
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| And if I had to go back, I wouldn’t change a thing
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| Wouldn’t re-cut it, re-edit, or change a frame
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| Cause it would not be fair, to turn my back on the struggle
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| When that exact same hustle got me here
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| Told niggas from the getup, we three the hard way
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| And Broadway’s the only place you’ll ever throw a set up
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| Speechless is all you’d be if we ever met up
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| I survived far to much now to ever let up, motherfucker
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| — repeat |