| I’m trying to be retired 'fore I’m 35
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| Word to Chris, I ain’t trying to work to stay alive
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| I’m tryna shine, nigga, gimme mine
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| ('Til I cop the Lex matching the 'lex, yo)
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| One for the money, two for them niggas hitting licks
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| Survival of fit is to live with no fear
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| Smoking potent straight from Oakland while I’m bumping Saafir
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| 95's coincide with the gear, I’m coordinated
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| Witness greatness like a coronation
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| I’m celebrated like a college student graduating
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| A big deal, I stacked & I chill, play the game of mellow like Apollo or Pill
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| Only see me when I’m booked on a bill
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| Shit, you know promoters fronting them bills
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| Niggas know that I’m ill, unequivocal, capabilities critical, shit
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| Masterminded with the science, rappers smacking their teeth & sighing
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| Cuz they’re only option is staying silent
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| I be a pharaoh with this lyrical shit
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| I’m Ricky Walters by the way I rule shit
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| Shit is easy like I’m signed with Ruthless, cadences that cause contusions
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| Niggas is losers, I showed & proved, you still improving
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| I’m trying to be retired 'fore I’m 35
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| Word to Chris, I ain’t trying to work to stay alive
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| I’m tryna witness how that Lex feel
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| Hop on the lodge off the tire squeal, forreal
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| Out of town, shorty dropped about fiiiive, yo
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| Sporting frames that I can’t pronounce
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| Smile every time I see my bank account
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| Moetic bottle in lap, smoking a potent pack
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| The lifestyle of the rich & shameless
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| A lost boy tryna find his way in
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| Built my foundation like the Wayans
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| All my niggas better follow suit & get this paper
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| I’m drapped up, like how Biz Markie was in «Vapors»
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| Ain’t nothing changed but the radio stations & statements
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| I played it patient, now I’m counting pay slips
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| Now all I need is the Lexus for scratching off of the bucket list
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| Whoever said that riches couldn’t crack a smile
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| Probably been privileged all their fucking life
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| The hood I come from is low income
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| Trust me, my nigga, it ain’t nothing nice
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| So I’m trying to be retired 'fore I’m 35
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| I ain’t trying to work to stay alive, nigga, I’m tryna shine
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| I say, I’m tryna witness how that Lex feel
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| Hop on the lodge off the tire squeal, forreal |