| I’m Stuck in the trap, but I’m loving the money
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| I was smart enough to know not to fuck with the dummies
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| If I ain’t up in the spot, then I’m up in a honey
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| Straight 12 hour shifts with nothing but twenties
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| I got no patience, and I hate waiting
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| I send niggas on permanent vacations
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| We ain’t even that deep, it’s just eight patients
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| We out here on these streets and we straight caking
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| Yeah, pop a bottle then burn an L
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| I get familiar with the circuit, then I work it well
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| You ain’t got the man power, or the personnel
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| Be the last one to shoot, and the first to tell
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| Just a wet stop, I’m with the best stops
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| Flow nasty, like the bathrooms at the rest stops (ew)
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| Four fifth and a black cargoes
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| Just ask Rob Zoe, kisses the black Pablo
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| Live for today
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| And forget tomorrow
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| Prosper for the moment
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| Tomorrow is never promised to us
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| Live for today like it’s your last
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| Waking up to somebody’s same bullshit
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| Haters wanna gun me down with a full clip
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| Bitches here to take me away from my queen
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| And random dick riders tryna sneak it to the team
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| There’s +No New Friends+, just like the song said
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| Especially when you’re dealing with real long bread
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| You better be lion hearted, with a strong head
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| Ready to leave your enemies where they belong, dead!
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| The power of the paper is a life changer
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| But the power of the pussy is a wife changer
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| You gotta know just what you’re getting into
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| But you can’t know 'bout shit that you ain’t been through
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| Walking through the jungle, I try to blend in
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| Preparing myself for whoever they gone send in
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| And if I sin, then may Father forgive me
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| Man, I’m just prayn that my children outlive me
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| On some real shit!
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| (Hook)
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| Live for today
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| And forget tomorrow
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| Prosper for the moment
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| Tomorrow is never promised to us
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| Live for today like it’s your last
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| Amateurs built the ark, pros built the Titanic
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| The worst times bring out your best, nigga, why panic?
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| I need cash out of this world I’m tryna buy planets
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| The risk big, the reward gotta be gigantic
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| This the point in my life
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| I realize how you live after you die is just as important as life
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| One of my killas told me he disappointed with life
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| And he don’t trust nothin' but his joint and his knife
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| So he just livin' for the day cause
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| Niggas snakes and be givin' it away
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| When the leave, they be slitherin' away
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| I be chauffeured driven in the Maybach
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| Bumpin' 'Can I Live" that old Jay track
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| They should lock up all the suckers and bring real niggas home
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| They should call me gangsta Hughes, I write real nigga poems
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| Like, roses are red, the new hundreds are blue
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| Y’all are finished like the line when I do run into you
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| You better live for the day!"
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| (Hook)
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| Live for today
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| And forget tomorrow
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| Prosper for the moment
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| Tomorrow is never promised to us
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| Live for today like it’s your last
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| Nowadays, you gotta walk with a Beretta
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| See the G’s, red and green, double letters
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| I hit the block and kill the pop, that’s my agenda
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| These niggas working and these hoes won’t make it betta
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| I’m ready, I’m ready, I hit 'em up, like the return of Machiavelli
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| I’m getting money ain’t shit that you can tell me
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| Turn the block to Elm Street, like I was Freddy
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| These niggas jealous
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| I got a kilo from Titto, but I ain’t tellin'
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| They wanna put a bullet in my cerebelum
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| Just cause they heard I was the man, I want 11
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| In a flash, it could be yur last
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| Know some niggas in they 30, living in the past
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| And never tell a soul where you keep your stash
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| It can be your own homie coming with a mask |