| Homie listen, I could use a quarter mill
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| Just so I can pay the California water bill
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| High responsibilities got my father Ill
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| Got him taking pill by pill
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| Like this fucking for real
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| This is real
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| Guess It’s time to be a better son
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| Do what I gotta do man to get the job done
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| If there’s left over money get the block some
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| Suckers be tripping, do everything to be that top one
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| Yah, they something like a bad fever
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| All in front of their dogs like a pack leader
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| Sick and tired of riding in the back seater
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| Something better change cause I’m spitting like I rap ether
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| Yah, and we can talk about the state of hip hop
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| Cause I been waiting, been watching the clock go tick tock
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| They need me, I ain’t ready yet to give up
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| So many fakes out here we gotta git rid of
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| Go shawty, go
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| Go tell em what I came for
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| I train like a pro
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| Got them lames in a choke hold
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| I know that I’ll blow
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| Cause my big homie said so
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| Tell em jo, get your dough
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| I ain’t mad bro
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| Go shawty, go
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| Go tell em what I came for
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| I train like a pro
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| Got them lames in a choke hold
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| I know that I’ll blow
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| Cause my big homie said so
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| Tell em jo, get your dough
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| I ain’t mad bro
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| Bless the music I founded
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| All that hype in the game
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| Wanna keep you from grounded
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| Don’t allow it
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| Success Is the cousin of stress
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| Searching for a meaning
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| That’s another long ass quest, yah
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| Catch me on the speed it up lane
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| While you fake ass suckers getting media trained
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| All that bullshit they keep feeding your brain
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| They don’t care about you
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| They just reaching for fame
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| Believe in your aim
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| Don’t you ever lose track
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| Strive is all you fucking got
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| Can’t afford to lose that
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| Straight rap, pull it out the hat
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| Like where’s the bunny
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| I need food in my tummy
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| Like bees need the honey, you funny
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| Rapping bout what you don’t live by
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| We could have been friends
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| But I rather let that shit slide
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| Could take a molly
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| But I rather choose to get high
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| Riding with my dolly like fuck a car to get by
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| Go shawty, go
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| Go tell em what I came for
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| I train like a pro
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| Got them lames in a choke hold
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| I know that I’ll blow
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| Cause my big homie said so
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| Tell em jo, get your dough
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| I ain’t mad bro
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| Go shawty, go
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| Go tell em what I came for
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| I train like a pro
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| Got them lames in a choke hold
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| I know that I’ll blow
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| Cause my big homie said so
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| Tell em jo, get your dough
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| I ain’t mad bro
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| Get your dough, I ain’t mad bro
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| Yeah you gone get what you asked for
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| Man enough to say
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| Sometimes I ran and walked away
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| I couldn’t face the time of day
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| Told myself I’d be ok
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| All the games you gotta play
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| For a little recognition
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| All the friends that were down
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| And said, they would always visit
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| Suddenly went missing
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| Lost em now
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| If you ever wanna talk
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| I’m in the lost and found
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| I been patient, canceled all my vacations
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| That’s why I sound this amazing
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| Cause I been practicing my lyrical phrasing
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| I be keeping it blazing, got the plug on the way
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| Three a half in the bag, put it all in a jay
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| Light it up, Yah
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| Check the style that I’m working
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| Kill my enemies, watch em fall like a curtain
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| Keep my energy for the people in my circle
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| You gone front, I’m a jump
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| Leave your face blue and purple
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| I’m a murder
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| Go shawty, go
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| Go tell em what I came for
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| I train like a pro
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| Got them lames in a choke hold
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| I know that I’ll blow
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| Cause my big homie said so
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| Tell em jo, get your dough
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| I ain’t mad bro
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| Go shawty, go
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| Go tell em what I came for
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| I train like a pro
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| Got them lames in a choke hold
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| I know that I’ll blow
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| Cause my big homie said so
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| Tell em jo, get your dough
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| I ain’t mad bro |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Like A Pro , by - Ryan Cali. Song from the album Back To The Basics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп