| I said we been livin' at the bottom for too long
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| And we celebratin' ourselves
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| I said we been livin' at the bottom for too long
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| And we celebratin' ourselves
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| I got a new life and this hold up
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| Go start splashing that Cold Duck
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| We celebrating like a motherfucker
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| Y’all brought it back like sho 'nuff
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| We celebrating ourself, self, self
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| We celebrating ourself, self, self
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| Now you can give back just like a masseuse
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| We been immersing the abuse and continue to treat family like an excuse
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| For the way that we were treated, misleaded
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| In an attempt to belittle and repeat it and can not defend it
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| That’s probably the reason we’re independent
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| No new friends without a question
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| It’s like a meadow of unspoken sins like, who’s to live by?
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| Once a homie now you can give a fuck if he live or die
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| One foot in the casket, the other foot in the real world
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| I know it sounds drastic, but I’m telling you how I feel, girl
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| Life’s a bitch with an attitude on the rag, always mad at you
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| Coming down like a storm, you do what you have to do
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| I said we been livin' at the bottom for too long
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| And we celebratin' ourselves
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| I said we been livin' at the bottom for too long
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| And we celebratin' ourselves
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| I got a new life and this hold up
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| Go start splashing that Cold Duck
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| We celebrating like a motherfucker
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| Y’all brought it back like sho 'nuff
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| We celebrating ourself, self, self
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| We celebrating ourself, self, self
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| It ain’t about who’s right, it’s who’s first
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| Lies calling and the truth hurts
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| Misled is the new church
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| Put that on God like a new shirt
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| I’m sick and tired of
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| Feeling like I am
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| Keep biting my tongue while they get all their lies spun
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| Just want them to die, son
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| Set out on the right, son
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| For me to oblige none (Think this all the lies)
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| Come for me and I’ma be that killa
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| You don’t have to wait for that killa, diction
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| RIP Mac Miller, listen
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| Wish it was you in his position
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| Who else I got in my vision?
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| Everybody duckin' now that I’m spittin'
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| Up to kicks with boots for lickin'
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| Little pussy, who you think you gettin'?
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| Send the cowards to do your biddin'
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| Watch 'em scour but you keep that hidden
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| Devour you in a New York minute
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| If you talkin', my name’s up in it
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| I said we been livin' at the bottom for too long
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| And we celebratin' ourselves
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| I said we been livin' at the bottom for too long
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| And we celebratin' ourselves
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| I got a new life and this hold up
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| Go start splashing that Cold Duck
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| We celebrating like a motherfucker
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| Y’all brought it back like sho 'nuff
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| We celebrating ourself, self, self
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| We celebrating ourself, self, self
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| We celebrating ourself
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| We celebrating ourself
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| We celebrating ourself
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| We celebrating ourselves |