| I’m often wonderin' & ponderin'
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| In my future
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| Will I be Prosperous
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| Or just another fugitive
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| Well stupid is as stupid does
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| But I ain’t stupid though
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| Through struggles & troubles
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| I done took it like a trooper holmes
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| But few will know
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| Because my journey was so
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| Friend-less & kin-less
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| Like grimness
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| They flip like a gymnast
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| Good riddance
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| Cause I’m all about the positive
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| The envious are full of hate
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| They all about the opposite
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| It’s crazy right?
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| I wish that I could make it right
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| But nothing I can say
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| Would ever change the past & make us tight
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| I’m over it, this liquor helped me cope with it
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| Another day another struggle
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| Now I’m quoting Big
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| And now I’m focusing
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| On what my future is
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| So I could live a lavish life
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| In my future crib
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| With my future bitch
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| And all my future kids
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| A vocal legacy
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| A gift is what my music is
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| Sometimes, at night
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| I smoke, I drink, alone
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| And I wonder what my future is
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| Narcotics in my system
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| Make my pupils big
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| Sometimes, at night
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| I smoke, I drink, alone
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| And I wonder what my future is
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| Narcotics in my system
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| Make my pupils big
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| I tilt my bottle to the sky
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| Stay high as a kite
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| When shit ain’t right
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| Man it’s the same shit every night
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| I kick it solo flight
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| I’m trying to shake the crowd
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| I’m blowing smoke homie
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| Walking on my own cloud
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| What’s this all about?
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| Homie let me know the truth
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| All I could do was light my blunt
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| Hotbox the booth
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| I’m smoking dro
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| Stay up late drinking all alone
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| Some tell me that they understand
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| But they don’t even know
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| They can’t relate
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| So now they hating on a young G
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| That’s how it goes
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| The life I chose
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| It get so ugly
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| My mamma hugs me
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| She tells me that she loves me
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| Born thuggin'
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| Some little bitches wanna fuck me
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| When you got money
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| Homie trust me life is lovely
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| When you’re broke
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| Your so called homies acting funny
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| I ain’t no dummy
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| They
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| They can gets to steppin'
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| I guess the future
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| Is just me, myself & my weapon
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| Sometimes, at night
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| I smoke, I drink, alone
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| And I wonder what my future is
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| Narcotics in my system
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| Make my pupils big
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| Sometimes, at night
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| I smoke, I drink, alone
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| And I wonder what my future is
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| Narcotics in my system
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| Make my pupils big |