| Pray for days, we get to lay our head
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| No more pressure, show more effort when we get our shit together
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| For the greater good, livin' legends in the neighborhood
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| Already been embedded, I awaken the place
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| When her daddy at home I made her quiet escape
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| I ain’t been chargin' my phone
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| Dodgin' unexpected pop-ups from bae
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| Now let it, resonate, let it sink
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| Pusher ain’t my sister and my brother cannot link with you
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| It’s a party, round the others, bring the Eagle and the rubbers
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| And if we see those we need words with, be subtle
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| We ain’t gon' let no people tailor-made
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| Niggas was in sixth grade with 'em and they wouldn’t fade denim
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| Ruin the vibe and shit
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| I finally got that chick, I won’t be honest with
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| She give me a little ice for the Henn
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| Every sip like dice, I can’t fall for her tricks
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| And to my brothers with the grips
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| I see the proof of most them dead or chasin' bread
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| Can’t make you proof
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| But a bullet put a roof over your head and say a prayer
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| There’s a tip for you
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| Let it designate, let it sink with you
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| Bitch sick for you, here’s a mint Rolex and some keys for you
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| Now watch 'em clean 'til they sting you
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| That’s usually how it happen when you get it out the mud
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| But see everybody is and my back against the wall
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| Almost can’t afford to pen this shit at all
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| Hey there lover, where you headed today?
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| Where you headed?
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| I don’t want to
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| Make it complicated
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| I just caught you
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| I just caught your rooftop girl
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| Swangin' in your old G-Wheel
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| My songs turned up
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| We don’t ever lose ourselves
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| One day you’ll be old news, one day I won’t need your help
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| Love it when you lose yourself, me
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| One day you’ll be old news, one day I won’t need your help
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| We still believe in kings and not queens
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| Get even just to hurt each other
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| Focus on breathing, focus on me today, don’t get out that much
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| Don’t no one, call my phone
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| Ring my bell, I’m by myself, today, today, today, today
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| Forgot about me
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| Lost without, ain’t been brought up in a while
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| I know you moved on
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| I know you copy, I know you want me doin' like I was
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| Murdered you, murdered us
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| And that ain’t cool
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| Oh my God, murdered you, murdered you
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| Murdered you, murdered you
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| Murdered you, murdered you
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| Hey lover, they’re in the parking lot
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| Holdin' you close at night
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| Holdin' you closer than ever
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| These days, I don’t know what matter
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| Ain’t supposed to play the poster
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| All they left with was what happened
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| I been tryna fight the dragon in the mirror
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| I can leave the city now, ain’t nobody here
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| When my mama get home that’s gon' bring her ass to tears
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| So I don’t, my horoscope tellin' me stay strong
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| Sparkin' reef to get this idea
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| Now I’m rippin' pictures we tookin at IKEA
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| Damn, she snuck off with the heartbeat, damn if I see her
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| I’ll probably lose it all again like I did at her mama’s crib
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| Arguin' with her brother like
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| You can get these knuckles if you wanna, punk
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| Whoa, this Cali girl helped me stumble on my stuff
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| Fam the type to hold my arm
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| As I’m leanin' drunk, pissin' on this wall
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| Barely make it to my car tonight
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| It’s lookin' like a drop, finally ridin' like a star
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| My stereotypes, avoid them
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| Uneducated black that graduated flying colors, colors
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| Colors |