| Hey
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| Damn
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| That man Dartlin just doin' bad shit
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| (To a bitch)
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| That man Bugus is back here doin' some bad shit
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| Smokin' blunts, fuckin' bitches
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| Ayye
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| Yeah man, we’re all doin' some bad shit so fuck off
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| Gettin' money nigga, throw it up
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| Uh, I was 15 comin' home from school and makin' beats
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| The lessons that they taught me didn’t make it past my seats
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| So I, taught myself how to multiply my wealth
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| Add up all my talent and subtract what others felt
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| Cause I don’t need that feedback
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| Just need that weed sack
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| Never been to rehab
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| But I’m feeling like I relapsed
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| Cause I’m high off life
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| And college wasn’t right for me
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| Dropped out to blow up
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| Cause my knowledge needs the right to breathe
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| And yeah I battle with myself on the daily
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| And yeah I’m rattled by myself is what saved me
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| Cause I’m not cattle so I won’t behave see
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| Imprisoned by society is the modern form of slavery
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| So I got out and sought out what I dreamed of
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| Then I got a team, plus the means and drew a scheme of
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| To feel alive everyday and get our green up
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| Snoozin' while I’m movin' so no wonder why your feet stuck
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| We battle all the time
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| I win and lose no matter what
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| My mind’s so rattled cause it’s me verse me
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| And I won’t budge
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| But I’m alive everyday
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| I feel alive everyday
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| Uh, the beat knocks
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| The beat won’t drop
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| I rose to my feet
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| You know the heat won’t stop
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| But I’ll leave you niggas rattled
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| If you bitches wanna' battle
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| Get cracked with a bottle
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| Leave you leakin' like Seattle
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| I’m outlandish
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| Can’t stand this
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| Can’t damage
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| My plan is to paint and create on my canvas
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| My Porsche screamin' yolo
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| In the court pleadin' Nolo
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| In the corner sittin' solo
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| Yeah, I’m dolo blowin' jolo
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| Getting hoes like Manolo
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| Get a pose in my photo
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| My folks know my ring froze
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| It glows like I’m Frodo
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| You hoes are Manolo
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| Meaning that I’m Scarface
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| Rich ass immigrant
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| Rich ass cigar taste
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| My flow game, propane
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| Cocaine, gold chain
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| No pain, no gain
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| You no names, so lame
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| I ain’t gotta' finish, I’m in it
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| My windows are tinted
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| So I ain’t gotta' see you
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| We battle all the time
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| I win and lose no matter what
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| My mind’s so rattled cause it’s me verse me
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| And I won’t budge
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| But I’m alive everyday
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| I feel alive everyday
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| Uh, finding your soul is like mining for gold
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| A reminder that the time’s slowly takin' it’s toll
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| Intricate thoughts
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| Into the vault
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| But this is off
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| Gotta' re track my mind right back
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| To where I lost
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| Roller coastin'
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| Cold emotion
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| Roll and coatin'
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| This bud got me buzzed
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| But fuck it, I’m so focused
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| Stuck but hoe I’m rollin'
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| Remember I was goin' to Cali for college
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| Well now I’m out in Cali balling bitch
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| You acted like I didn’t exist
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| Never imagined I had it but I got this swish
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| And now it’s swish
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| Ballin' like a mu' fukka'
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| We just living every night like the last supper
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| Living it up, no giving it up
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| Cause shit got rough, times got hard
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| But we got tougher
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| And I’ve been scuffed, fell, got up
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| My mind got scarred
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| Yeah life’s tough
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| Just smile while you suffer
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| We battle all the time
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| I win and lose no matter what
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| My mind’s so rattled cause it’s me verse me
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| And I won’t budge
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| But I’m alive everyday
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| I feel alive everyday |