| It’s your fuckin' business, that’s what you gotta tell them, you know?
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| It’s your life, dawg, not theirs
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| That’s all that counts, you know?
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| Life full of pain, how could I complain (Huh?)
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| When everybody around me probably feels the same? | 
| (Mm)
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| You could count the stops on the train
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| But you couldn’t count the drops in the rain (You couldn’t)
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| Not even when it drizzle (Uh-uh)
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| Lotta niggas had fires, seen this shit fizzle (Seen it fizzle)
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| From no dedication to the graft (Mm)
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| Before rap, I had dedication to the av’s (Facts)
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| See the weed deal and make the medication last
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| It’s like I’m buggin' now, I’m on a meditation fast (I'm thinkin')
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| Room full of killers, show hesitation last (Last)
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| Nothin' to stop niggas like a devastating blast
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| It could be bulletproof, we still penetratin' glass (You know us)
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| There’s nothin' you could do wit' 'em, never try to ruin 'em (Never)
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| Split personality, one Ghost, two of 'em (One ghost, two ghost)
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| Been made my vows to the streets, I’m renewin' 'em (Yeah)
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| Yeah, I’m playin' bass but pick a rapper, I be chewin' 'em
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| If I ever die, feel the realness in my soul
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| While I’m still alive, I’m still movin' in my zone
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| Made a fortune off of hustlin', still thuggin' to the bone
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| They can’t do nuttin' wit' me, just some shit that I know
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| Won’t let 'em suit me up like a boxer, nah, nah
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| Niggas really ain’t solid, they playin' both sides, ahh
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| If they told you I was wit' the shits, it’s no lie, yeah
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| I can hear my conscience clickin' wit' these ghost vibes
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| I decided to last (I decided)
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| Fork in the road and I’m designin' the path (Yeah)
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| Ever cross me, I’m providin' the wrath
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| I can get a non-consignment, I’m slidin' in half (Slide)
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| Hammer on the waist and the right side of the calf (Hmm)
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| My American dream had cocaine in it
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| That’s like ridin' your car through hell wit' propane in it (That's a ride)
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| I mean my name so I had to get the domain wit' it (Get it)
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| I eat five star but I’m still Lo Mein wit' it (Stick)
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| Yeah, you playin' Temple Run, I’m on a temple run (I'm on a temple run)
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| Tryna run the guide for this game, it’s a mental one
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| Most the time you need a solution, it’s a simple one (A simple fix)
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| You don’t see the angel but it’s there 'cause he sent you one (He sent you)
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| Long prayers for my jail niggas (Long prayers)
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| More prayers for the dead and gone (More prayers)
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| Wanna wage your money? | 
| Know the horse that you’re bettin' on
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| If I ever die, feel the realness in my soul
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| While I’m still alive, I’m still movin' in my zone
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| Made a fortune off of hustlin', still thuggin' to the bone
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| They can’t do nuttin' wit' me, just some shit that I know
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| Won’t let 'em suit me up like a boxer, nah, nah
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| Niggas really ain’t solid, they playin' both sides, ahh
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| If they told you I was wit' the shits, it’s no lie, yeah
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| I can hear my conscience clickin' wit' these ghost vibes
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| I hear the ticks, it never stops (Never stops)
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| Here’s the time, wrote the rhyme, told you I could feel the clock (I could feel
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| it)
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| Heal the mind, house clock is digital
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| Gettin' still, bet you I could feel the time (I bet you)
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| Play a dark room, make the mirrors shine (Woo)
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| When I walk past the shit 'cause I’m here to shine (I'm here)
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| Violate anything dear to mine? | 
| (Violate)
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| I shoot you like the deer hunter, shouldn’t even dare to rhyme
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| If I ever die, feel the realness in my soul
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| While I’m still alive, I’m still movin' in my zone
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| Made a fortune off of hustlin', still thuggin' to the bone
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| They can’t do nuttin' wit' me, just some shit that I know
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| Won’t let 'em suit me up like a boxer, nah, nah
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| Niggas really ain’t solid, they playin' both sides, ahh
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| If they told you I was wit' the shits, it’s no lie, yeah
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| I can hear my conscience clickin' wit' these ghost vibes
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| The ghost vibes
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| (If they told you I was wit' the shits, it’s no lie, yeah)
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| (I can hear my conscience clickin' wit' these ghost vibes) |