| Who you tellin'?
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| Blank faces
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| Smokers and dope fiends, hookers and playas
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| Dope in the vein, young’ns servin' the meds
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| Run from the police, jump from the ledge
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| Be what you wanna be as long as you get the money right
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| Niggas don’t understand until you leap over 25
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| Dancin' with devils, never knew how to treat your woman right
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| Feet on the pedal runnin' over jokers and funny tops
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| Word to my OG, he gone, that nigga fresh out of strikes
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| I should know better
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| Heaven knows that I ain’t the dummy type, nah
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| I should be flyin' home without a care
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| My baby don’t want no toys, she want me there
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| I trade the noise for a piece of divine
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| I savor my coins for a piece of the land
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| Something to pass while I’m passin' my prime
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| My word in the cards, full deck in my hand
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| As sure as the smog is pollutin' the land
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| Be what you wanna be as long as you get the money right, yeah
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| Wise as my Chevy
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| My life’s so fucked up the drank don’t get me buzzed
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| We ain’t blood and they killed my cuz
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| Chuckin' Cs since I was a cub
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| Young nigga grew up on hate but where’s the love?
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| Ash and dubs on
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| Niggas don’t understand until you leap over 25
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| Dancin' with devils
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| Guess you would say I’m one of the lucky type
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| No—fuck you thought?
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| Playin' tooth fairy, Santa before I’m buried
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| Easter egg huntin', pickin' seeds out the pumpkin
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| Six years straight the valentine for my munchkin
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| I made a queen outta nothin'
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| Told me stay in school, my dream was just a small percentage
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| Said a million wasn’t realistic
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| Last year I spent it, what’s the laws of physics?
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| Move pounds or move down to Section 8 livin'
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| Grew up around Crippin', woo business
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| And if I never make it to 25
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| I swear to God I’m still gon' fly, nigga
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| But it’s still my time, nigga
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| Tell me who gon' fly with me?
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| Yeah!
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| Who gon' ride with ya?
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| Who gon' fly with ya?
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| It’s still my time, yeah
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| It’s still my time, nigga, yeah |