| I payed my dues with effort
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| I still lose count counting my blessings
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| Sold dubs at my gigs, pain is the essence
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| Now I’m making hits, taking them hits made me a weapon
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| Uh, I never had a pot to piss in
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| Now I piss in a pot of gold and watch it glisten
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| In a race with my own race, that’s not the mission
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| That’s why I’d rather link WSTRN than cop a Smith &
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| Every time that top was missing, I went missing
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| Came back and left the old me, my friends miss him
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| How am I gonna stay the same tryna make a difference?
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| Tryna make a living, then make a killing and live killing shit
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| I mind my business cuh my mind’s on my businesses
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| Kicked out of business studies, studied my businesses
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| It’s kind of crucial what Ms. Simmons did
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| I’ve got away with words, a way with words cause I’m a lyricist
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| Mumma needs a new stove so I do stove
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| Could have got sectioned, I had to do road
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| And now I’ve got some new dough off a new flow
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| Couple diamonds, I can kill one bird with two stones
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| I used to wake up in the AM, cold showers
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| While I hear my Nana praying, amen
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| Counting money, watching Boondocks
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| Then I put it in my shoebox, still tryna put my crew on
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| Ring the alarm, ring the alarm
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| Everybody run when the po po come
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| All I see is a smoking gun
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| Whoa, yeah
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| Ring the alarm, ring the alarm
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| Everybody wanna be all in, so
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| I’mma stay up till the morning comes
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| Whoa, yeah
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| How am I going to sign a deal with ya, even deal with ya?
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| If you don’t deal with me properly, what’s the deal with ya?
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| I was taught to be real with ya, so I’m real with ya
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| Though I’m in Tommy Hilfiger, still a real nigga
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| Yeah, my plan A was my plan B
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| I only planned my A levels for my family
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| And now I’m with a bad bitch and some bad breed youts
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| Even though I can’t change them, I can teach
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| The things we used to do for figures
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| Now I do a one show and that’s a new four figures
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| I can go forever and a few more minutes
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| I’m just tryna paint pictures, I don’t do this for the image
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| I do this for the broke niggas
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| Not the 'lose a little hope and it’s over', they’re some joke niggas
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| I don’t dodge my old women
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| Cause there’s nothing wrong with gold diggers
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| When you dig for gold with your own niggas
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| Shining, from the ground up, we was grinding
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| Told the mandem watch cause it’s timing
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| The top is like a DM, I’mma slide in
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| And bring my people through, I’ve got pride in my lions
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| I used to wake up in the AM, cold showers
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| While I hear my Nana praying, amen
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| Counting money, watching Boondocks
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| Then I put it in my shoebox, still tryna put my crew on
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| Ring the alarm, ring the alarm
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| Everybody run when the po po come
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| All I see is a smoking gun
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| Whoa, yeah
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| Ring the alarm, ring the alarm
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| Everybody wanna be all in, so
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| I’mma stay up till the morning comes
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| Whoa, yeah
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| Don’t tell me about no hard knock life
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| When you’ve had a good dream, the alarm’s not nice
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| Heart on my sleeve but my garms weren’t nice
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| I would talk to myself and ask for advice
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| Like, how am I gonna get this dough?
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| And was it really worth my time? |
| Do I say yes or no?
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| Do I let shit slide or do I get involved?
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| And everything changed when I went with the flow, yeah
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| I used to wake up in the AM, cold showers
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| While I hear my Nana praying, amen
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| Counting money, watching Boondocks
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| Then I put it in my shoebox, still tryna put my crew on
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| Ring the alarm, ring the alarm
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| Everybody run when the po po come
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| All I see is a smoking gun
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| Whoa, yeah |