| Every time I was up they was around
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| Everytime I was down, nowhere to be found
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| Now I’m up now, and yeah they stuck now
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| In they old ways I’m getting money while they hands out
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| Every time I was up they was around
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| Everytime I was down, nowhere to be found
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| Now I’m up now, and yeah they stuck now
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| In they old ways I’m getting money while they hands out
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| Verse 1: $avage
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| Look
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| I was down and I was out but, never down for the count
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| All they every did was hate and all I did was make it out
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| Turned they back and they looked down so you won’t see me turn around
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| Only come back for my niggas taking shots to make it count
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| Weigh it up and break it down
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| All my homies get a piece
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| Watch what’s coming out your mouth and nigga practice what you preach
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| I was battling for cheap remember practicing for weeks
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| So I gotta praise the lord for every benefit I reap
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| Spit the truth and give the game to the shorty’s like I teach
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| It’s like they love you when you hungry and can’t stand to see you eat
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| R.I.P to big bro
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| OG told me once you change roads like they paying tolls you the one they change
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| on
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| (MOB)
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| Hook: Jalyn Sanders
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| Every time I was up they was around
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| Everytime I was down, nowhere to be found
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| Now I’m up now, and yeah they stuck now
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| In they old ways I’m getting money while they hands out
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| Every time I was up they was around
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| Everytime I was down, nowhere to be found
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| Now I’m up now, and yeah they stuck now
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| In they old ways I’m getting money while they hands out
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| Verse 2: No Fatigue
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| When I was up, like a orange, everyone was around
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| When I was down they disappeared no where to be found
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| No drake they showing fake love and fake smiles
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| Had to flip a couple packs to get up off the ground
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| Screaming free my nigga Billy since the 3rd grade
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| I woke up and seen the news that shit hurt me
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| They took my lil bro that shit hurt me
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| I had to choose to make a way or go and make them pay, yeah
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| But you live and you learn
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| When I was down nobody gave no helping hands I had to stand firm
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| I got up like DMX and had to get it myself
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| I went through these loops in life like a belt
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| It never bailed up
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| Hook: Jalyn Sanders
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| Every time I was up they was around
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| Everytime I was down, nowhere to be found
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| Now I’m up now, and yeah they stuck now
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| In they old ways I’m getting money while they hands out
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| Every time I was up they was around
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| Everytime I was down, nowhere to be found
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| Now I’m up now, and yeah they stuck now
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| In they old ways I’m getting money while they hands out
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| Verse 3: Montana of 300
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| Practiced this rapping while trapping till I got cold at it
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| They broke, they mad, and they hating because I’m dough stacking
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| I’ve kicked doors, I’ve sold weed, I’ve sold ratchets
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| To see a difference I had to shake all them old habits
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| They just want to ball with you with hopes you give they ass assists
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| Attracted by flashy shit
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| Always there when cash exist
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| As soon as you fall off they’ll disappear on you like magic tricks
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| They doubt that you gone bounce back when you do tell them, «don't ask for shit»
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| See when they see you eating, they reaching, want you to feed them
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| So down to ride when you see them but occupied when you need them
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| Old friends turn to haters they hate the way that I touch down
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| And those that stuck around shining with me
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| Thank God we up now
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| Hook: Jalyn Sanders |