| Check this out man
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| Life got a whole lot of situations
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| This the way some of those things go down
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| Check it
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| The situation is, I came to handle my biz
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| Raise the stakes to raise the cake
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| The game is fake, hopin I can change the fate
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| Dick Swan' representin for the Golden State
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| Yo, this is what it is, I’m a man with flaws
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| The fast life got me takin a pause
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| Late nights keep me out of they sights, 20/20 precise
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| My life feels like I’m rollin the dice
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| Twice the man, had to pay the price to stand
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| I can take it to your chest man I’m nice with hands
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| Slice the grands, like 'em when they nice and tan
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| Golden, I’ve been lookin for chicks to start foldin
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| Yeah, here’s the plot, my mission takes years to stop
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| Often seems I’ve lost the steam
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| Off the green, nigga it’ll cost your team
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| Everything that you got, kid I steal your slot
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| Take your place, baby we’ll make the case
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| Then move across lines goin state to state
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| Love and hate, money way above the great
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| Stocks and bonds, heavy when I drop the bomb
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| Drop your arms, maybe it’s a false alarm
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| Shoot your guns, only if the truth should come
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| We boost the sum, the brother with the truth is one
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| The coolest one, they wonder where this dude is from
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| San Fran' is the place I rest, couldn’t take the stress
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| It took years get it off the chest
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| Cause life will give you a twist, I’m still raisin the fist
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| Take heed the situation is this, yeah
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| Yeah
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| I keep my bars up fully
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| Sunnin the tracks like I’m a high school bully
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| Out in the field sometimes shit gets real
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| I’m rollin with my hand on the wheel, rock rhymes with my hand on the steel
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| The best appeal, even when I’m dressed to kill
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| Now they mad cause I’m blessed with skill
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| Try to keep dudes back on they heels, I can keep 'em up against the wall
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| I done been up against it all
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| From rec execs that won’t execute the check
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| Then try to execute for less, but I will put two to the test
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| So you cats better raise your grade, many crooks get crazy paid
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| I might need to switch my trade, start workin a job
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| Boss up like I’m part of the mob
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| Best regards, even gettin checks is hard
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| I look for cash, get it then I whoop your ass
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| We movin fast, the nigga with a proven stash
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| Be the head of the class leavin dudes in last
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| Off the track, baby it’ll cost your stack
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| When they try to throw curves man I toss 'em back
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| How soft is that, maybe not as bad as it seems
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| Try to keep your head up when they shatter your dreams
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| Cause life will give you a twist, I’m still raisin the fist
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| So take heed the situation is this, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, that’s life though
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| Sometimes, you gotta keep your head up, and keep movin
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| No matter what they say
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| Put it in God’s hands
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| Keep your head up, yeah
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| Soul father Ras', I’m out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Situations , by - Rasco. Song from the album The Dick Swanson Theory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп