| It’s one life to live, so live it the best you can
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| It’s one life to live, so live it the best you can
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| Late night grinding, all four seasons
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| Life is like a party, but I’m working on the weekends
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| Show you what my dream is
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| For the whole world to see what we did
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| Then do it over, remix
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| Haters all around me like, why we can’t be friends
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| Cause I’m trynna get the win and y’all playing defense
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| Young freshman, MVP, with a model name liquor when the shots are free
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| You know me, ain’t living life by the cause
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| Just trynna get what’s in store
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| Before the world don’t love me no more
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| And I cycle, aim on my rifle as the nights go
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| Blunt with the right smoke, my mind wrote the limit is the sky yo
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| So I take it everywhere I roam
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| Philly, New York or Rome, don’t know when I’ll be home
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| Age 21, balling and can see those men
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| Damn, they wanna see us dead
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| It’s one life to live, so live it the best you can
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| It’s one life to live, so live it the best you can
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| It’s one life to live, so live it the best you can
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| It’s one life to live, so live it the best you can
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| Yo, don’t never change, stay the real you
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| Know how a nigga do in this world
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| Cause the game is too political
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| It’s cool cause I’m stickin to the same plan
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| With a whole lot of stacks fuck it I make it rain man
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| I live my whole life average to blow like magic
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| Now it’s hoes to selektah, the scratches by static
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| Putting chicks in the cab, rollin sticky with hash
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| People asking me to get on track, but I laugh
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| Cause they ain’t keepin the essence of understanding
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| Rollin cohebas with the Son of Sam and
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| The evil what I be made in
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| I heard a few shots, coming from convertible tops
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| Some homies got away, my brother got popped
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| What a life we live, tip box get guap
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| Stay fresh my nigga, we gone make it to the top
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| Smoke trees, get green, fuck a hater talking bout
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| Hoes down, g’s up, waiting for my spot
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| Be yourself, stay g say fuck the cops
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| And we ain’t smoking if it ain’t about the ziplock
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| So no matter how much these niggas change
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| I’ll always keep it real homie, stay up in your lane
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| Hey yo, I only got one way to get it
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| A million ways to spend it
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| Talk about the hard knock life that I’m living
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| And I’m chilling, until Statik give me the cue to go
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| I’m as real as they come, you acting a movie role
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| Melo hot, see me walking down these ghettos blocks
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| Sworn to be a king and shit, like Coretto Scott
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| Nice, try to make it in this life
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| Cause I bust a lot of moves, so I pray I do it right
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| Life on tour, I’m just waiting for the mic
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| These hoes in my hand, they just waiting for the pipe
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| Right, money get up, the hoes get down
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| North philly nigga, had to take it out of town
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| And now I’m in the game, feeling so confident
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| Your girlfriend on me, yeah that’s a robbery
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| So call the cops, 911, and I be grinding, 9 to 11
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| With 9 pairs of 11s |