| I’m on the move I can’t look back
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| Screaming «no regrets, no regrets at all»
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| Wasting time I can’t get that back
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| So everyday I go hard
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| Real nigga and all my nigga real niggas
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| real figures, (too much money), nothing less
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| No regrets, no-no, no regrets
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| Say hi to the bad guy, say ahhh to the ch&agne
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| Got a call from my jail niggas, said I’m doing my damn thing
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| (Woo!) They see I’m doing my damn thing
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| Magazines, videos, they ain’t missing a damn thing
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| Nowadays I sell hope, what you rather I sell dope?
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| What I sell is a lifestyle, naked bitches on sailboats
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| Foreign cars on a freight train for every nigga they railroad
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| Rent-a-cars we road run, money longer than train smoke
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| I done been in that same boat, I ain’t letting this chain go
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| Representing my niggas down till they free 'em like Django
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| It’s the same old, just the same old
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| How the game go, where the pain go, where the blame go
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| My mind wanders on a PJ, my momma brought up in the PJs
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| In the club sippin' P&J on the same arm as my Piaget (Woo!)
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| If I leave today throw the keys away
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| But I’mma live today, I wanna see tomorrow
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| I wanna lead the way…
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| Momma had me in the ghetto, I was raised in the slums
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| Every hero got theme music, I guess I need me some drums
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| Streets taught us, streets raised us
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| Presidential I came back
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| April showers I rains back
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| Jumped ahead like June something
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| Still I’m wheeling that Maybach
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| Tom Ford with my braids back
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| Tom Ford and my shades black
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| Dope boy with a cape on
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| Super-sizing that beige back
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| All white like Gotti said
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| Ye told me I’m outta here
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| Mentioned Ye two years ago
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| Yeah, I got that by the square
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| And you could buy a pair
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| 20 or more and we’ll fly 'em there
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| How you acting like I’m ain’t here?
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| D-boy and I pioneer… |