| Uh, go
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| Uh, go
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| Too many M’s to make (To make)
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| Too many rules to break (To break)
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| Too many fightin' that case (That case)
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| I gotta find my way (My way)
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| Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
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| If I lose, she lose (Lose)
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| And I ain’t gettin' used to losses
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| Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (Chained)
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| I mastered the rap game (Game), I mastered the dope game (Game)
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| Still I feel like that I’m God-like on these long flights
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| I’m left behind, it don’t feel right
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| Can’t write the script when this real life
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| Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
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| From the west side where don’t shit slide, we on trip time
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| Seen the field in their lies (Their lies)
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| Can’t be serious with no rappers (No rappers)
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| Stayed down and what happened? |
| (What happened?)
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| Got my daughter that mansion (That mansion)
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| Gave my mother that million (Million)
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| Sold my soul to my feelings (My feelings)
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| Can’t go blind 'bout these women (No)
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| Too many M’s to make (To make)
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| Too many rules to break (To break)
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| Too many fightin' that case (That case)
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| I gotta find my way (My way)
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| Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
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| If I lose, she lose (Lose)
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| And I ain’t gettin' used to losses
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| I’m goin' off 'til I crash
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| Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
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| My thoughts is sick, I don’t have no sense, sometimes I crash
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| Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my…
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| It knock me on my…
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| Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
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| Family friends want a piece of mine
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| I can tell they all piecin' up
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| And I can show 'em where peace resides
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| Since eight years old, I knew I’d be rich
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| 'Cause the college route, it wasn’t 'bout shit
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| Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
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| Tried to lock me up, but can’t catch this
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| Now where we touch down is on my X list, I’m on a fresh tip
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| Too much time of livin' reckless
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| Now add that time up on my left wrist
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| Lil' rappers ain’t impressive (Ain't impressive)
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| Your tax bracket ain’t impressive (Ain't impressive)
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| You buy a chain, but won’t buy no land
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| That hashtag should say, «Desperate» (Desperate)
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| I’m kickin' game for these young niggas
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| 'Cause one day they’ll meet my daughter, uh
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| All that bullshit I taught her, huh
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| Way too blessed to be normal, uh
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| Upper echelon, where we stand at
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| So, girl, be proud that your skin black
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| And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
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| 'Cause the school system won’t teach that
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| Where your father been, you gon' reach that
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| Too many M’s to make (To make)
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| Too many rules to break (To break)
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| Too many fightin' that case (That case)
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| I gotta find my way (My way)
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| Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
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| If I lose, she lose (Lose)
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| And I ain’t gettin' used to losses
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| I’m goin' off 'til I crash
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| Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
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| My thoughts is sick, I don’t have no sense, sometimes I crash
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| Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my…
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| It knock me on my… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song CrasH , by - ScHoolboy Q. Song from the album CrasH Talk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп