| I’ma give 'em hell until I rest in peace
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| Been through it all, need my respect at least
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| Who got the bet? |
| Better you bet on me, baby
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| Made man, America’s most wanted lately
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| So much I want you to see
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| Feel like I’m boxed in, only wins’ll bring the comfort to me
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| Still ain’t no stopping
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| I’ma wind up on top with the key
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| Until then they watching
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| Ain’t not rules, gotta play for keeps
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| Failure’s no option
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| Everybody want the light
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| I’m like fine you can have this
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| The top don’t mean you’re living right, keep your mind on what matters
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| These hoes don’t love you, they rehearsin' all kind of theatrics
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| Supposed to build each other up but most time it be backwards
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| Until then we got to wait and pray until they finally catch us
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| Toe tags, no dads in a county of bastards
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| Going to need a cape to see our future
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| You blind and need glasses?
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| Ten, twenty years rewinding these classics
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| Let’s toast to living our vision
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| Love the sound of these glasses
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| Envious bastards off the axis, mahogany caskets
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| The blocks banging if you survive these harmony flashes
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| No free passes, just regrets and R.I.P ad-libs
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| Dearly departed, keep me guarded and all that we ask is
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| Put a good word in while we hurting and dodging these crashes
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| And, my position is go hard or get missing
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| It’s like dope and I’m running, the other part of me twitching
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| Listen…
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| I’ma give 'em hell until I rest in peace
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| Been through it all, need my respect at least
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| Who got the bet? |
| Better you bet on me, baby
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| Made man, America’s most wanted lately
|
| So much I want you to see
|
| Feel like I’m boxed in, only wins’ll bring the comfort to me
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| Still ain’t no stopping
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| I’ma wind up on top with the key
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| Until then they watching
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| Ain’t not rules, gotta play for keeps
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| Failure’s no option
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| Attitude like «Fuck it» today
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| I need chilling and Louie buckets to play
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| Man keep your outlet, I ain’t got nothing to say
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| Rather stick out than just be stuck in the way
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| I’m pushing two decades of killing these bars
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| Here’s my parade
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| Sun don’t always shine
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| Shit get too bright, they throw you shade
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| I hope you make it there
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| Top of that, make it from older age
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| Niggas want you to snap, give it all back
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| It’s sporting rage, bloody contact
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| Slipping off track, caught in a maze
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| If I should hang up my number, you’ll love me then?
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| Shit! |
| I wonder, pedal to floors
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| Still soaring above the rim
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| Good morning, I’m up to win
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| Who brought us more less within
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| A quarter sent out to gems
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| Six songs without the pen
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| I gave it all I had and you shot me down
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| I ain’t change, same nigga they copy know
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| Pay homage, pour out the commas and smile
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| Outside of the family, can’t nobody come near me
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| I threw it all on my shoulders, foot on the rap game clearly, uh
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| I’ma give 'em hell until I rest in peace
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| Been through it all, need my respect at least
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| Who got the bet? |
| Better you bet on me, baby
|
| Made man, America’s most wanted lately
|
| So much I want you to see
|
| Feel like I’m boxed in, only wins’ll bring the comfort to me
|
| Still ain’t no stopping
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| I’ma wind up on top with the key
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| Until then they watching
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| Ain’t not rules, gotta play for keeps
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| Failure’s no option |