| Yea
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| I’m just picking up the pieces
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| Yea, right
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| I’m stuck in my ways
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| I guess it is what it is
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| I never change, well according to hours I always be this passive mothafucka
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| Certain extent I think they right
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| Saying fuck it help me get through alot of nights
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| Extensive mind fuckery
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| My conscience like, how long you want to be number three
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| Chanel like how long I’m gon be number two
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| You put music over your family
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| And you gon lose us too
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| You know I love you like Chinese food
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| I’m gon cool out in a few
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| Stick with me grindin through
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| Son of Joseph and Faith Guyanese island dude
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| They got their US citizenship in '92
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| Early '84 came your boy
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| Dope baby, little bundle of joy
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| I fulfilled they plan
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| And turn into the man I am
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| I’m just picking up the pieces
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| I’m just picking up the pieces
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| The puzzle of life
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| I only got into weed cause I had to sell it
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| Tunnel vision on winning they call it selfish
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| Like who am I to better myself
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| Good dude look out always willin' to help
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| Though mothafuckas take advantage
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| Back door on a low slander
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| Pillow chat with them bitches and talk your man up
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| But I ain’t trippin though it’s ok
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| You know I mastered the art of the Keyser Söze
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| Smart niggas play dumb
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| A dumb nigga can’t play smart
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| No matter how hard they try they look retarded
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| Anyhow don’t take the bait
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| And be another whatchamacallit
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| My haters be on it, like damn nigga
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| You ain’t pop, nigga you still rap
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| I’m like damn you still broke and you still sell crack
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| You ain’t graduate to coke yet
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| Cop a brick kingpin
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| Either that or muzzle it
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| Give a hundred to everything
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| Don’t expect hundred back
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| When I had work I gave away plenty hundred packs
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| Shoe was on the other foot wouldn’t see none of that
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| But I never turn my back on where I grew up at
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| Shout out my 911 niggas
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| Shit ain’t change until it’s my day
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| Keep sipping them gallons of Henny for me on Fridays
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| I know I been off the spot
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| But remember niggas the plan is to get off the block
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| Get out the hood
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| Own some spots
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| But don’t trip I’mma make us hot
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| 'Til then believe in you like you believe in me
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| We can get richer as family and split it equally DZA |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Puzzle of Life , by - Smoke DZA. Song from the album Dream.Zone.Achieve, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп