| We in between heaven and hell
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| Fuck your 9 to 5, I’d rather end up either dead or in jail
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| American ninja to these obstacles
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| No stoppin' me, we on the move
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| Your mouth runnin' like a prostitute’s
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| Keep your head to yourself
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| I work harder than anybody you know
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| I’m done with tricks, don’t need no money to blow
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| Deadly aim, self contained
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| Superstar, they yell the name
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| Blood diamonds, finna go to hell for my chain
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| The P fitted on my head though
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| I’m too high, you can’t read me with the cell phone
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| No goodbyes, no hellos
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| You don’t want this life I live
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| You’d rather had the wife and kid
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| Shootin' dice with Jesus Christ, put 20 on the midnight
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| To everyone to sell me drugs
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| Don’t mix it with that bullshit I hopin' not to join the twenty seven club
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| Just want the coke dealer house with the velvet rug
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| Fuck the world there’s no one else but us
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| Everything we think we love
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| It ain’t nothing but a brand name
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| To everyone but us
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| Ain’t nothing but a brand name, nothing but a brand name
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| Ask her what she wearing, say it’s nothing but a brand name
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| Baby, this right here is hand made
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| I got brothers I don’t need no friends
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| My shoes off I’m comfortable, I’m chillin' smokin' weed again
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| I’m from the berg not the burbs
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| Investigating my nation, homie we ain’t concerned
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| We’re from the 412 out to the 310
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| We’re from the pavement in my basement to 'em yellow brick roads
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| See, I was on my Ps &Qs like L-M-N-O
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| But kickin' bitches out my crib, somebody tell 'em to go home, I don’t know
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| I was in the crib with my different shit
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| Simple livin', I’m a hypocrite
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| Cause I’m filthy rich, I got business
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| Been had wifey’s, have mistresses
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| Been tryna tell you what my vision is, but y’all still ain’t listening
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| The war ain’t winnin, it just beginnin'
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| And I’ve been 'bout Sparta since Michigan
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| I got stats, they got opinions, I got facts
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| The bro left home, but he came back
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| This what raised me, made me rap
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| PA’s baby, I ain’t been to PA lately
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| See, I’m laughin', they call me shady
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| I’m a white rapper, they always call me shady
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| Got no idea what I’m contemplatin', I guess…
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| It ain’t nothing but a brand name
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| To everyone but us
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| It ain’t nothing but a brand name, nothing but a brand name
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| Ask her what she wearing, say it’s nothing but a brand name
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| Baby, this right here is hand made
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| Everyday we love, love
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| Good morning
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| Good morning
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| And everyone want-
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| Good morning
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| Good morning |