| (You and me together
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| Through the days and nights
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| I don’t worry 'cause
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| Everything’s going to be alright
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| People keep talking
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| They can say what they like
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| But all I know is
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| Everything’s going to be alright
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| No one, no one, no one
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| Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
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| No one, no one, no one
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| Can get in the way of what I’m feeling)
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| Can’t really tell you how I’m feelin'
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| I need that new Royce to see the stars when I’m lookin' in that ceiling
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| Dropped a fourth of Act' in my cup for that healing
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| When I’m up, I’m buying tools for all my bros 'cause they love drilling
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| Fighting this anxiety, I started sippin' mud
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| Lil C was 15 when he died because the gun
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| And I was 14 so I started toting one
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| Since I got a little fame, people started switching up
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| I bled the block I lived, always gave back to my friends
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| When I needed you the most, you wasn’t there to give a hand
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| Let you sleep in my mama’s crib, should’ve seen you were counterfeit
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| All these bitches be gossiping, should’ve seen how they coming in
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| I lost my homie and my cuzzo in the same year |
| Year after that, Cam died and now he ain’t here
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| His daughter asking 'bout why her daddy ain’t here
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| Dino caught an M, he still doin' more than 10 years, ayy
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| I’m ridin' in a new whip
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| Laughin' at them times they said they on me, but them niggas still ain’t do shit
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| Really got it out the mud, ain’t gotta prove shit
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| Barely fuckin' with me now, nigga, stop with all that cool shit, ayy
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| We still trappin' for the day and night
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| Mama still stressin', but I told her it’ll be alright
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| Brodie keep it on him when he with me, I ain’t gotta fight
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| Lil Alex, he innocent, but he doin' juvenile life
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| Bitch, you gettin' left if you ain’t actin' right
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| Gotta keep that pole right by my side
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| I’m gettin' rich but I’m still eatin' spam and rice
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| Revenge is a bitch 'cause Uncle Mark really doin' life, ayy
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| Can’t really tell you how I’m feelin'
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| I need that new Royce to see the stars in my ceiling
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| Dropped a fourth of Act' in my cup for my healing
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| When I’m up, I’m buying tools for all my bros 'cause they love drilling, nigga |
| Can’t really tell you how I’m feelin'
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| Can’t really tell you how I’m feelin'
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| (Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
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| No one, no one, no one
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| Can get in the way of what I’m feeling) |