| If I don’t get it dog it’s suicide
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| So fuck that chill shit y’all, it’s do or die
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| Fuck you doin' living life like you got two of 'em
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| Ain’t no do-overs
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| On some nights I fight myself like there was two of us
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| But it’s only me, but that’s all we need
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| Flowing over beats, till we overseas
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| Was undiscovered in the suburbs somewhere smoking weed
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| Maui from the deep, yeah
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| Made it to V.I.P. |
| with no I. D
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| Ain’t had a mentor either, ain’t had a No I. D
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| And y’all got no idea, times were dire, my mom was tired
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| At times I feared I’d never find it here
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| Truth be told I had to find a mirror
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| See when I found myself, I found eternal wealth
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| Now in turn, closing chapters and turning pages
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| Really touching paper
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| Everybody know I body flows, a verse cost an arm and a leg
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| This is my karma again, I’m talking to God once again
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| Grew up from boys to be men, now we all at war on The Ends
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| I was at war ever since, I was a boy that was sent
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| Contraband, exchanging hands
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| Damn young nigga feed the fam now
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| Might pull your bitch off the Gram now
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| I’m going postal, don’t need a stamp or a handout
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| Yeah, they say that I act like the man, it’s a fact I’m the man now
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| Yeah, ain’t gotta act like the man, it’s a fact I’m the man
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| Airing out the AirBnB, 'cause we ain’t 'posed to smoke there
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| I was gonna hit the club but I’m antisocial
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| So I made some calls and had the hoes come over, yeah
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| I want porches, rovers, mansions, islands
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| For the cash, resort to violence, I’m 25 and whyln
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| I’m with your wife, she at the crib so much
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| She got the password for the wireless
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| We been connected for a while, I guess
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| I guess I make her smile and shit, yeah, ayy
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| She act like she innocent, I swear that she into sin
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| Yeah, she gwan' like she industry, yeah, yeah
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| Sometimes I stare at the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing
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| I hit the blunt in the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing
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| I count 'em, stacking up, mirror, love what I’m seeing
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| I fuck yo bitch in the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing
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| Sometimes I stare at the mirror, just cause I love what I’m seeing
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| I hit the blunt in the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing
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| I count 'em, stacking up, mirror, love what I’m seeing
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| I fuck yo bitch in the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing
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| Sometimes I stare at the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing
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| I hit the blunt in the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing
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| Sometimes I stare at the mirror, just 'cause I love what I’m seeing
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| I see myself and my demons, we have one hell of a meeting
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| I hit the blunt and inhale, in the middle of hell what I’m breathing
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| Sometimes I stare at the ceiling and pray for a million
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| Sometimes I look to the sky like there’s answers there
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| Sometimes I look passed the clouds for my ancestors
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| But that’s just backwood smoke, that’s just cancer there
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| If I can’t see clear how will eye? |
| If I can’t see clear
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| If they don’t fight fair why will I? |
| I wield mine like Jedi
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| Or Jet L-i, flight red eye, eyes red eye, left my visor
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| Y’all advisors need advice and have my vice is no advice
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| Ho-ho, yeah
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| Oh yes, oh yes, let’s recap shall we?
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| He wow’d you once, he just wow’d you again
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| Will he wow you a third time? |
| (hehehe)
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| I guess you’re gonna have to find out next time
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| On King and Sufferin, sneak preview though
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| He’s gonna wow you a third time
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| Can’t come with me this time
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| You can’t come with me this time!
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| Can’t come with me this time, not this time
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| You cannot!
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| Can’t come with me this time
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| Can’t come with me this time, not this time
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| Relax, relax, relax
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| (I ain’t famous) Pull up, hop out, pop up, pick a pack up, had to make the drop
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| offs
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| (I might snap) Had no backup but I had to double back to hit the block up
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| (Might get dangerous) Got it poppin' on the low but that’s all you need to know
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| (I ain’t famous) All you really need to know is when I leave you need to go
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| (I might snap) I told my ting I don’t like labels, why these people want to
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| sign me?
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| (Might get dangerous) I took a chance now I’m a rapper, controversial like the
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| (I ain’t famous) If you’re coming for me, you know I’m coming from where niggas |
| known for nothin'
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| I’ma kill for mine to feed the fam, call that war and buffet
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| Getting paid nigga, Warren Buffett
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| Let it read I tried
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| Before I leave, before I leave
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| I bleed, I cry
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| I was just a student
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| Now you look like food and yeah
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| Hunger got me moving
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| Hunger got me moving
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| Hunger got me moving
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| I might start a movement, like Tha Carter 2
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| I feel the frost, it’s winter, hop off the porch
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| Come back in a Porsche waving the torch
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| Blowing smoke out the compound with the cartel
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| White girl riding shotgun if the cops come
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| Strive, I sit back and I pop one
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| Flow like making out with a shotgun
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| Mark my words until the shots come
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| I’ll probably hit a wall before the stop button
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| I told Jay fuck with his day job
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| By that night we were in Hollywood
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| I be knowing that they be hating on me
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| Low-key, true say though it’s high-key
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| Know they hating, no they don’t like me
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| But they gon' wheel it like they were biking
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| I recite and then they bite it
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| Told my ting when I touchdown I’ma spike
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| Smoking at the party 'cause I’m anxious
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| Can’t let my guard down 'cause its dangerous
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| If I don’t see the angles it is angels
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| Rest in peace, they’re hungry and they are angered
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| Don’t sip no Jäger, I’m sober, voice on my shoulder, remember
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| They were killing all summer, won’t see the sun in November
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| Won’t see your seed in December, missing your presence
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| They say the presence a gift |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 25 & Whyln , by - Sean Leon. Song from the album C.C.W.M.T.T., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп