| Look
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| Go and tell that man to ease up
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| Before he go and hit the stage about to freeze up
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| And i ain’t bangin but i gotta keep my B’s up
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| Omaha, you really think that I would leave ya?
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| Nobody believe ya
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| When you first starting off
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| Rhyming in ya bedroom, always pissed off
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| Who is telling that everything will be easy?
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| Nobody, so go ahead and roll another bleezy
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| Roll another L for ya family
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| Pour another cup no Stanley
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| Ima get a grammy
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| Talk about it and than you go and get with it ya team
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| I swear it’s easier than what it seems
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| Some will be legends
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| Some will never die
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| And some will make it to the top
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| And some will even fly
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| And some will wake up and make a killing to inspire
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| And some will talk a lot while the rest stay quite
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| I’m trynna find my calling in life
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| What do it be god?
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| Lots of ups and downs like I’m on a seesaw
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| But I’m in Santa Monica chilling seaside
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| Rollin up another doobie on the beach side
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| This the sweet side
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| Sweet 16
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| I used to be the shooting guard
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| Now I’m assisting
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| I had a dream to make it possible
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| Fuck all the obstacles
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| Now I’m living tropical
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| I’m on the west coast chilling
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| Now my team about to make a killing
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| For real though
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| Ain’t nobody got nothing on the fam
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| They gon' be here till the very end (yeah)
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| And ain’t nobody got nothing on the man
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| Making sure this shit’ll never end
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| We gon ride wit em that’s fosho (x2)
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| We gone ride with em (x2) |