| I grew up upper lower class
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| We was always low on cash
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| Hard to believe, we was six deep
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| In a three bedroom one bath
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| Some have nots, ain’t have a lot
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| But thankful for what we had
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| Tho at times I was fighting mad
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| Feeling sad now I’m glad
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| Cuz the struggle made us stronger
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| In retrospect wouldn’t so bad
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| Wrote it down in my note pad
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| Cuz life a go by so fast
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| Same things that made us cry
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| Are now the things that make us laugh
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| End of the day the memories are the only things that’s gone last
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| I’m on a flex
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| I’m wanna be on what’s next
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| I wanna storm a castle
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| Join a gang, be the capo
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| Change my name to Oladapo
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| Break the chains and the shackles
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| No more knocking at doors in a lil suit and a book satchel
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| Life can be so demeaning
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| The same time with out meaning
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| I just wanna reminisce looking at pictures while I’m cleaning
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| I don’t wanna be a nigga
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| But am I dreamin
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| Don’t just wanna be your nigga
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| But am I clingin
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| Relationships can be so silly
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| You fronted me thank you dearly
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| But life really does go on
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| I was 13 when Mr. Spikes recorded our song
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| Now I’m up in age and me God don’t really get along
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| That’s life
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| Sun still lingers after sundown
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| My world still centers round a sun dial
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| Prolly never see it again in that one town
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| Find me lookin at the pictures when we’d run wild
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| Sun still lingers after sundown
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| World still centers round a sun dial
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| Never see it again in that one town
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| Lookin at the pictures when we run wild
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| I’m on a bench
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| Making art like DaVinci
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| Painting by numbers so simply
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| How can it be, I came up from nothing not anything
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| On a mission not many see
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| They been calling me Skinny since 23
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| Independent without a pension
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| Or magic jumping jellybeans
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| Been BoB’in it before anyone really knew what the hell it means
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| Relevance is the missing element to anyone who’s still developing
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| Keep at it
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| Don’t let nobody sell you a dream
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| Even Hellen Keller could smell its a scheme
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| Failure, is a helluva thing
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| The elephant in the room is making one helluva scene
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| Life is a bitch who jealous, even if you call her your wife with a wedding ring
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| Corona and grenadine, in my stomach is so unsettling
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| We’re past the point, of no return
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| Unspoken success to me, should mean everything
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| Sun still lingers after sundown
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| My world still centers round a sun dial
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| Prolly never see it again in that one town
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| Find me lookin at pictures when we’d run wild
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| Skrrrrt…
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| I’m on the move, creating music that can soothe
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| The savage beast set the mood
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| Hell bent put the needle on a 12 inch and get in my groove
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| Buffalo pretty sho he dat dude tho it’s always room to improve
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| Shooting for the stars landing on the moon Bring it home like he Boov
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| Ain’t nothin more for me to prove
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| Made my mom proud made my hood smile stuck my chest out flexin on dee haters
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| like terry cruise
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| Paved the way for the younger dudes now them bumpy roads lookin smooth
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| Eyes to the blue skies wit the orange hues enjoyin the views
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| Seventeen we was running wild
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| I would skip my class it would take a mile
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| Getting educated that was outta style
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| Come to realization it would take a while
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| Shit got heavy when the made a file
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| No one answered when I made a dial
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| Momma like no need to wait around
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| Pack a bag you need to leave the town
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| The cross you out or they gone lay you down
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| No tears can’t show a frown
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| You a king to most they gone take the crown
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| Played the shepherd couldn’t play the sheep
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| State to state when I had the Jeep
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| Hear my voice they gone know I’m own
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| They gone click my name like a wiki leak
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| Sun still lingers after sundown
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| My world still centers round a sun dial
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| Prolly never see it again in that one town
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| Find me lookin at the pictures when we’d run wild
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| Sun still lingers after sundown
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| World still centers round a sun dial
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| Never see it again in that one town
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| Lookin at the pictures when we run wild |