| Moments like these make it all worth it
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| Yeah, baby
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| Huh, Marc, baby
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| Yeah, uh, uh
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| Countless nights heard the sound of mice
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| Runnin' through the white rice
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| Now we Tom Brown down with the stripes
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| Here’s some sound advice
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| Niggas don’t even sound right
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| From slingin' powder, I was tryna get out the life
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| Kind of like Supafly, my heart is ice
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| My future’s bright, but I can’t see it through the fog
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| At times you question if you believe in God
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| I was shown a sign, but it wasn’t in the sky my guy (uh uh)
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| Nah, ain’t no love on the block
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| They say love is blind, but it’s not
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| It’s in my son and mother’s eyes but none of y’alls
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| My bitch smell like Chanel No. 9
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| Who can you trust when everyone just want they ducks in line?
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| The drug game dry, these younger thots got butt jobs
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| The lye made my eyes bloodshot (bloodshot)
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| I bust shots from out somethin', butterscotch and what not
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| They love the Louis jacket color block, I’m a juggernaut
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| I was knocked with the rubber Glock but it wasn’t mine
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| The D.A. |
| looked the judge in the eyes and lied, bottom line
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| My lil' sly from Harlem shot her in the thigh (pah)
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| To write what I scribe means spending time on the wild side
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| A leap of faith is needed to learn how to fly (fly, baby)
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| A leap of faith is needed to learn how to fly, nigga
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| Shit was sweet once I swooped off her feet
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| Out in BK at the Barclay’s Center, front row seats
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| Gramercy Tavern, eating at Philippe’s
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| We used to be 'bout chicken, but now all we do it beef
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| She was witnessin' me whippin' up that feast
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| Took up diamonds in her ear when I flooded my Jesus piece
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| Trips overseas, exotic V’s
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| She’s erotic with that pistol how she cock and squeeze
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| Put it on the block and she move the D
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| She ain’t fuckin' with them ops cause she loyal to me
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| Nine in her purse, forty Glock under the seat
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| Drama and beef put blood bottoms on her feet
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| Yeah she chocolate, but ain’t nothing sweet
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| And she quick to pop it (pop it)
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| Never out of pocket
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| All about her profit (profit)
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| Yeah, baby (yeah, baby)
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| Here-Here's a few gifts for you, I mean, shit, I mean, you earned these, though,
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| baby, I mean (you deserve these)
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| Aw, don’t start the cryin', baby, I mean, you know, shit, you know,
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| this is just equality, baby
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| I mean, you deserve all of these things, baby, you earned 'em, work hard |