| Two of my favorite rappers
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| one of them said «I don’t get tired»
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| The other one said «you ain’t grinding til you tired» I said I’m tired
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| I’m tired of struggling f*cking the profit up like I’m grinding for nothing
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| F*ck it I can’t give up
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| I’m a die from hustling trust me that bike I took
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| I’m alive because of it
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| Crushed ice all in my watch and my cup
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| I come from watching for cops on the block with a tuck
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| Socks
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| stuck
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| how many times them n*ggas shot at us
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| Sh*t not enough prolly why I never got high as buck but I couldn’t give a f*ck
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| Bullet holes all in through the headrest like I wasn’t in that truck
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| On that pac with my two Glocks like I won’t hit em up
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| People I was close to now I don’t hear from much
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| Cause everybody want to know am I gonna get my cut
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| What the f*ck why how hold it in
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| Til you crying out loud for crying out loud
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| Hold up I trying to smile how about now sh*t
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| Looking out I’m down about now hundred thou
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| Yeah you lying but f*ck it
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| smoking they plus they minus
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| Grinding the subject that’s cause I smoke too much
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| Sometimes I be clubbing hustling backwards boy purp
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| Got me paranoid luck f*cked up from fort and on her
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| I know I don’t care for her there for her I’m moving forward
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| TSA keep staring I be up in the airport supernova
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| Hell yeah I’m self-employed with 10 bands and some hooping shorts
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| Ask me who I do it for Reba out her lets do some roids
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| Used to go so hard to blow it all in the Gucci store
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| Or fixing up a car just to impress all these stupid whores
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| Shooting dice to win a little bit end up losing a little more |