| Yeah, man
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| A lot of trials and tribulations, man
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| I seem to always find my way
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| Yeah
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| I ain’t felt this feeling here in many moons
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| I guess you could say it’s déja vu
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| Even with the struggle in my life I still got in tune
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| Ridicule, ridicule, they ridiculed me
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| Uh, yeah, why you acting new?
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| Ooh, yeah, boy, I had that sauce drips in middle school
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| Never thought I’d make it from the dirt like a mineral
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| Ooh, yeah, if you wanna make it you gotta bend the rules a bit
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| Ooh, yeah, thinking of what mamma said
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| Never to doubt yourself
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| Earn your stripes like refs
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| Yeah, ooh, Eliantte my neck
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| I worked hard for that
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| I’ll never lose my head
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| What if I’m better off dead?
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| What if my bro get jailed?
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| Who gon' pay his bail?
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| Nobody but me
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| I’m rolling for me
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| I’m rolling ten deep
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| Shyne so you know what to see
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| Shyne so you knowin' what you see
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| Shyne so you know what you see it, then be it
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| A lot of struggle make me feel like a beetle
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| Got a bad broad she Belizean, believe it
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| When did life turn this easy?
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| When the Glock become so easy to squeeze?
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| Squeeze it, quiet, don’t speak
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| We ride four deep
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| In the big ol' body Bentley, no Jeep
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| I’m with the gang but I’m playing for keeps
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| But these days you could fail to the streets
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| But these days you get lost in the streets
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| We cross paths, that’s a cross in the street
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| Got a whole fam' to feed
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| What would I be tell you it’s up with me?
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| Couple hoes wanna creep, it’s two of them but its only one of me
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| Couple foes got beef, he try to run up then you know that I’m gunning him
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| A couple noses get reached, and slimy lil' niggas, they getting the upper-hand
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| Yeah, its been a lil' minute
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| Yeah, its been a lil' minute since I had the feeling
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| I ain’t felt this feeling here in many moons
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| I guess you could say it’s déja vu
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| Even with the struggle in my life I still got in tune
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| Ridicule, ridicule, they ridiculed me
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| Uh, yeah, why you acting new?
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| Ooh, yeah, boy, I had that sauce drips in middle school
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| Never thought I’d make it from the dirt like a mineral
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| Ooh, yeah, if you wanna make it you gotta bend the rules a bit |