| This life have a nigga hustling man
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| Niggas need to slow it down yo
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| Sit back just chill just relax
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| Speeding down the roads of life
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| Yo check it
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| Another day to face, I’m share cropping in the paper chase
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| Take a deep breath and clear my database
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| It’s afternoon I’m talking shit to my alarm clock
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| Cause I gotta face this world of capitalistic onslaught
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| Don’t stop when I jump in the whip, trying to get it off
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| Beltline got me rushing like Baryshnikov
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| Pushing 80 miles per hour to this, call center
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| Trying to pick up a check I only see 20 percent of
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| Until the weekend, it sound crazy when I’m saying it
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| But sleepless nights got me forgetting what day it is
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| Until my son two days with out speaking, looking for
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| Reasons to keep my head from going off the deep end
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| I take this shit personally, I’m making moves
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| But this treadmill lifestyle ain’t working for me
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| It’s from your crib to the lab to your job to make a profit
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| And at the days end you still got nothing accomplished
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| And it’s just the way it’s going down, but on the real, yo
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| I think I need to slow it down, and slow it down
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| This joint is going too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me
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| This really moving too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me and you
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| I try to slow it down like Brand Nubian
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| But hypnotic tunes like this always do me in
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| Got a nigga about to go and burn the road again
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| From first gear to fifth gear out of control again
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| And that’s the way we rolling in, needed to chill
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| And take a rest stop cause my job got me slaving like I’m Dred Scott
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| Take a break nah nigga you betta not, cause that’s when the respect stops
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| Energy drain, I need a blast like Hi-Tek got
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| So I can grab the mic and make your heads bop
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| With the microphone check, one two it don’t stop
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| Out of town on a quick escape
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| Hoping to have a chance to slow it up and hit the brakes
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| And slow it down
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| This joint is going too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me
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| This really moving too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me and you
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| I let my life shine in between these papers lines
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| I write rhymes to incite minds
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| Spending time on this pipeline, eighty-five
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| North it’s like mine, going eighty five to light minds
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| Going ninety five to take time
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| Spending days in the rays of the sunshine
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| Many days those same rays went undefined
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| Now forty east is where I go to have my best times
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| Three lanes going sixty to perfect rhymes
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| Tre dose and master craft catch punch lines
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| We turning into early morning late night times
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| Amtrak Monday morning to come back rides
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| Catch a couch on the weekend, a place I rarely did sleep in
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| Te car speaker knobs is tweaking
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| Cause the way we be rocking it when joints is finished
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| At the speed we be moving we could never be diminished
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| With my energy replenished write a rhyme with puns and
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| All my similes intended speed out until I finish
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| Keep it on now
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| We keep it, and keep it, and keep it on now
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| And keep it, and keep it, we keep it on now
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| We run it, we do it, we keep it on now
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| We do it, we did it, we keep it on now
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| We don’t stop
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| This joint is going too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me
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| This really moving too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me and you
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| This joint is going too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me
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| This really moving too fast for me
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| Just too fast for me and you |