| [Intro}
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| Life Life
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| OG Mac
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| It’s crazy, it’s like it came so fast so short dog
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| We knew though:
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| [Verse 1}
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| You cry before you laugh about it Don’t be reckless, think before you spaz about it You gonna drive yourself to ruins try’na grab that Audi
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| I’m working twice as hard, to you to me I’m barely trying
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| I’m speaking all facts while they barely lying
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| Teaching young’ens g-code after fonix
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| Them streets gonna be around that’s if you really want 'em
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| Just know this life has plenty pain and many days storm’en
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| Bunch of cloudy rooms and you are rarely asked a question
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| More shit is assumed, and everybody want they bless’en
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| We just try’na get our own salad extra dressing
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| Yves Saint Laurent, you can smell it when I’m sweating
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| A nine to forty five and the lord is my protection
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| I’mma chase this greatness, just use your latness, this my latest
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| Say the same word everytime I see my haters
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| And fuck these skemeing bitches while they lie they’d locations
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| [Chorus} X2
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| Same niggas I came with
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| Same niggas I bang with
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| Same niggas I came with
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| Same niggas I’m getting change with
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| Johnny Cinco
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| Yea, yea, yea, yea
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| New bitch, new pimp, I want new roley
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| Same wrist that done cooked pot
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| Mid-pound of them zip-lock
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| Got a pound, no zip-lock
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| Do’en flip flop, realest story I ever told
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| I I ever sold, I ain’t never told
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| Real nigga from the bottom
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| Stay down till the autumn
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| Me and OG back around, back a [?}
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| Young nagga ball’en hard like we hit the lottery
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| Young nigga with a lot of money
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| Young nigga with a lot of homies
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| still posted to the west
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| Every bitch that’s a bless
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| Hundread bands I’m finesse
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| Young nigga young nigga
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| Made outta the street
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| Nigga I was dest
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| Young nigga, young nigga
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| Made it from the street
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| Nigga, noth’en different |