| I kept it real thru all the trials and tribulations
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| Not relyin' on that fake shit
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| I can finally say I made it
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| Used to try to make a name by pushin' powder off the pavement
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| Now I’m stressin', mama told me get a counselor for my anger, yuh
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| My homie spent like half his life inside a jail
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| I’m fuckin' lucky I was never right beside him in that cell
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| He used to write me thru the mail and tell me «Dawg, I need your help»
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| But I just drink until I’m drunk and then I’d vomit on myself
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| Shit’s pathetic as fuck, but it’s like it’s never enough
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| I drink two bottles on my own, but I don’t feel like I’m drunk
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| So I just fill up my cup and sip till my feelins go numb
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| Now I got money, but this money let’s me give in too much
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| Yeah, I’m a one man army
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| I get it poppin' by myself
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| I am not gon' need your help cuz these the cards that I was dealt, yeah
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| Buck told me I could spread my wings and fly
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| I’m lookin' down on you suckers and I won’t never leave the sky, no
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| (Oh, you thought it was a game, right? Stompdown Killaz forever)
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| Everybody got opinions, opinions
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| But they ain’t never had to live it, live it
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| That’s the mafuckin' difference
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| I keep gettin' money watchin' time go by, time go by
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| Everybody got opinions, opinions
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| But they ain’t never had to live it, live it
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| And that’s the mafuckin' difference
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| I keep gettin' money watchin' time go by, time go by
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| Losin' my mind
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| I’m just out here nah usin' my nine
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| Stepped it up
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| We catchin' bodies nah two at a time
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| Really trappin', but you can’t see cuz you in the blind
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| Fuck trust! |
| That’s the shit that got you in a bind
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| Bullets flyin', meanwhile you’re just doin' this lyin'
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| Until you’re forced to sit down from catchin' two in the spine
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| Dirty money, cleanin' it now, most of its dryin'
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| If I left a snake in the grass, Lord send me a sign
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| Cut from a different cloth, I'm a different design
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| Difference in me? |
| I want all of my niggas to shine
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| Look how they did me, I’m not goin' to prison this time
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| Listen to me, I’m either gonna get rich or die tryin'
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| Get you a key
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| Go head, shawty, hit you a line
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| And this is just me, you probably not used to this kind
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| You know where I be, I’m usually not hard to find
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| Cash zipped in the key, I’m still slingin' this iron
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| It’s Buckshot
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| (Hey Merkules, don’t you ever forget. The shit you go thru in life make you who
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| you are yeh dig? |
| Fuck 'em)
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| Everybody got opinions, opinions
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| But they ain’t never had to live it, live it
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| That’s the mafuckin' difference
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| I keep gettin' money watchin' time go by, time go by
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| Everybody got opinions, opinions
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| But they ain’t never had to live it, live it
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| And that’s the mafuckin' difference
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| I keep gettin' money watchin' time go by, time go by |