| Ugh, I’m sitting on a subway
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| Looking like a Friday but feeling like a Monday
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| A man got his can shaking begging me for chump change
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| What I got to complain, stand clear of closing doors
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| And hope is yours, all ye who enter here
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| That was the promise of the city of yesteryear
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| But these days it’s looking like a pit stop
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| Where the rich stop to flip-flop on which job
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| They gonna pick before they settle down and cut the bull
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| But flip flops and socks was all I ever knew
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| Even the youth different phones got us too distant
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| Blue scripts and wax got’em lax, even snooze different
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| Searching for the fountain of youth in a Fanta
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| With a little lean I just lean towards the answer
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| See this ain’t philanthropy I got loans, dawg
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| Pops working so hard I ain’t trying to prolong
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| The struggle
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| The struggle, everybody got their troubles
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| It’s your vice, it’s your life, it’s your life
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| But I’m a stay away from all the rubble
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| I’m not trying to preach, take it or leave it
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| It’s your vice, It’s your life, do it right
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| Do it right, do it right
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| I hope I don’t come across to harsh in my stanzas
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| But sometimes what they call rap look like stand up
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| I wish I was a fan, but I ain’t no model man
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| Wish that every girl that sat up on my dick I could stand
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| But I ain’t perfect
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| I too chase whims
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| But the odds ain’t even and the truth ain’t slim
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| So some folks big up on they vices like they Bronson
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| I can’t really judge them 'cause I don’t know what haunts them
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| And shit yo, that’s what it is to be human
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| I ain’t never been one to sit when we losing
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| So if you ain’t picking up your man on D
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| I don’t sit and watch you fail I demand my team
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| Gonna fight to the buzzer through the strife we discover
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| How much life we can muster through the sight of a brother
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| That’s word, I ain’t trying preach, my G
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| There ain’t nothing wrong with a little belief, my G
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| I’m just saying
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| (I'm just saying)
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| The struggle, everybody got their troubles
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| It’s your vice, it’s your life, it’s your life
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| But I’m a stay away from all the rubble
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| I’m not trying to preach, take it or leave it
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| It’s your vice, It’s your life, do it right
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| Do it right, do it right |