| Damn, rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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| That fall from grace hit different when you’ve been as high as Whitney
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| Houston, Texas sippin' lean in the tub with bitches
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| Overdosin' on this life, I’m startin' to feel convicted
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| Now I don’t wanna kick it
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| These people think I want the fame, but I really want the change
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| Tryna make a way for those who don’t got a way
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| I’m feelin' like LeBron on a breakaway, get your phones
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| Shawty, you talkin' to a boss, you gotta watch your tone
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| Been disrespected, been neglected, but I made it through
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| Revenge is just like wine, it tastes better over time, I knew
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| I swear, I always knew
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| I always had some different views 'cause I’m a different dude
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| I view school as minuscule, I’m makin' bigger moves
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| I’m thinkin' big plans, big bands, no scams
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| All legit, man, know I’m Jordan, just need a Pippen
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| Bottom bitch say I need to exercise my pimp hand
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| But I’m so nice, man, I ain’t really with the fightin'
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| But if niggas wanna fight, man, choppas knock him out like Tyson
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| With no indictments
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| And in the rare case that we catch one
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| We got lawyers that bury cases just like caskets
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| He down to dead somethin'
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| He know how much bread comin'
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| Gettin' moneybags, I thought a broke nigga said somethin'
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| It’s why I can’t hear you in these hills in L.A.
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| I’ve been gone, but lately, I’ve been missin' home
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| Missin' home
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| Yeah
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| Now when I’m home, I be wishin' I was gone, what I’m on? |
| Damn
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| But everywhere I go, I’m in my zone, damn
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| Influenced by so many, but I’m still my own man
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| I got my own plan, and I done traveled for so long
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| Singin' songs, smokin' blunts, hittin' bongs
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| I’m in another nigga’s city, chillin', stoned
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| But lately, I’ve been missin' home, yeah
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| I’m missin' home, yeah
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| But when I’m home, I be wishin' I was gone, what I’m on? |
| Damn
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| Let that play out, yeah
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| Missin' home
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| Missin' home |