| We look forward to brighter days
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| Came a long way from block leader for project J
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| They want the gato but I borrowed all my pesos
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| To all my vatos for get away
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| Cast away with the 808's, now let that beat slap
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| You ain’t 'bout to pass or surpass us I need you to get back
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| We do this for bro’s we can’t get back
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| They ain’t got no purpose in they raps
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| This more than that, it’s more of an angle
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| More than half of Topanga
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| More than twisted morangas
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| This is saving Mateo for holding scales
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| The cycle of hell prevails if you don’t
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| Go beyond a show and tell
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| Now what you selling don’t matter
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| Rock repellers sail in the sea
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| So my homies can see it’s more than banging for free
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| That stuff hatin' us what your weigh in is
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| Now my brothers keep it like I don’t know what 'caine is
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| I’m A-list so now my brothers is paying less
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| Been through too much, not to show love
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| Yeah, not to show love
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| But I’ll be right here 'ey sharing my heart
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| Playing my part, 'ey 'til that circle has to restart
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| But I’ll be right here yeah sharing my heart
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| Playing my part, 'til my circle has to restart
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| Hope we don’t re-start, like ay ye ye yeah
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| When I’m free I’ll scream ay ye ye yeah
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| Like ay ye ye yeah
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| When we free i’m like ay ye ye yeah
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| I’m flipping my pain into profit
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| Then the pause to flippin' scripture
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| I’m only a vessel
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| I ain’t crossing shoes dirty boy
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| Don’t trek none of that mud into my kitchen
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| I always hear you out, I always do
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| I never listen, hey
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| Surface ain’t do it for me that part just ain’t
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| Grow me none
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| Church still a option
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| I’m still debating on showing up
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| I be all 'bout the the minute
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| From getting real 'til I hold my tongue
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| La, la, la, la, I just had to be frank
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| I ain' know whete was headed but we had to be late
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| Clock style brby kaocked off, anking for things
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| I give you love, I make you wait
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| You get my all, we play it safe
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| After servise session mamma needs some
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| Them boy got the hammy down blazec wrth the heat on
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| Back when everything was a carriage to make a ibat on
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| Ane never was there an occasion not to put these streets on
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| She gone crazy for me dawg
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| This life ain’t came with the chi coals
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| I’m blessed, I’m grateful and I’m stressed out
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| In spite of me bra I always get the next round
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| Yeah, yeah |