| I’m on some real spit, real quick
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| I’m wishing folk the best, even if they wished the opposite
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| I hop the fence, and walked a mile, through ups and downs decide to smile
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| The choice is mine, I choose to grind, and I’ll try, until it’s fuckin' time
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| Ashes to ashes, toast, glasses to glasses
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| Sometimes the lick is never quick, it comes as slow as molasses
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| Patience, is a practice, that’s perfected and mastered
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| And I’m a novice when it comes to this knowledge that I’m after
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| I’m chasing, my own dreams, as you should too with a passion
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| Sometimes I get distracted, side tracked, by the ratchets
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| It’s tragic, one day you here and then you gone like it’s magic
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| I’m just traveling through the maze, using waze like in traffic
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| Life’s a rotten bastard, until your placed in a casket
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| Nothing is for certain, other than death and your taxes
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| In which we all pay, I’ll prolly rap until I’m all gray
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| And forever keep it Nappy even though we all caint
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| Cause Sometimes I be feeling like I’m dying sometimes
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| Sometimes I be all up in my feelings sometimes
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| Window pain I be out here trippin' sometimes
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| It’s okay, it’s okay ya’ll
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| I be in my feelings sometimes
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| Guess that’s when I’m feeling like I’m dying
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| They say be positive, I’m trying
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| But when I smile, I feel I’m lying
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| I know, Fishscales you good bruh you still alive
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| Been in this game doing your thang yet you just arrived
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| And better days still ahead bruh you’ll be surprised
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| Plus you made it pass the point most others demise
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| I know I know
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| Head high chest out walk wit pride
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| I know
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| Granny died part of me died yet she go where I go
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| Smokin' a joint fifth of bourbon spillin' in car doe
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| I know I’m such a mess but I’m fully blessed
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| So much better than I was from my first arrest
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| So many people in this world live with so much less
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| Here’s a toast to the folks out here living stressed
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| Cause sometimes I be feeling like I’m dying sometimes
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| Sometimes I be all up in my feelings sometimes
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| Window pain I be out here trippin' sometimes
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| It’s okay, it’s okay ya’ll
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| I be in my feelings sometimes
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| Guess that’s when I’m feeling like I’m dying
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| They say be positive, I’m trying
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| But when I’m smile, I feel I’m lying
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| I know
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| I’d like to make a toast
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| Never had a whole lot but we made the most
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| Swapping goods treat the block like a trading post
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| Tryin' to get our bread up like some raisin toast
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| Get it… bread up, raising toast
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| They been shooting round the clock since May the 1st
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| Been trained to kill the ops since their date of birth
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| So when it cracks off they’re gone fade you first
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| Cuz when it’s time to pop, you’re a faded shirt
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| Cause sometimes I be feeling like I’m dying sometimes
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| Sometimes I be all up in my feelings sometimes
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| Window pain I be out here trippin' sometimes
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| It’s okay, it’s okay ya’ll
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| Cause sometimes I be feeling like I’m dying sometimes
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| Sometimes I be all up in my feelings sometimes
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| Window pain I be out here trippin' sometimes
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| It’s okay, it’s okay ya’ll |