| Although beautiful matrimony is a rapper balancing your women, your riches and
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| at least half your homies
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| You’re at the top, don’t crack!
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| I’ve been doing my own thing
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| And they said don’t never change
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| And I pray I stay the same
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| Want everything for everybody 'round me
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| I’ve been doing my own thing
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| And we said we’d never change
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| And I pray we stay the same
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| Fame changin' everybody 'round me
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| OK, good business with mad friends (and we said we’d never change)
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| But bad business with mad friends, aha, glass egg
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| Used to be my homie, me and you was chillin'
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| Now that shit got cold like the OG with that finger roll
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| That Spur, probably cop it, cause the more I drink Wallace
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| And it’s worse when they even in their fillings of your pockets
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| Then I got my deal
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| Started wondering if them peoples with me are for real
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| Mmm, I figure them’ll do it, not us
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| Mmm, the bond was thick, now just the blot is
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| And isn’t it ironic, getting a name can make you anonymous
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| My newest of hobbies, collecting calls from the lock-ups
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| Tell em I know he’s so sick of the walls, when he get home, he going shopping
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| Mmm, look at the time that caught us
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| Talked to the Times when younger and made me get my life in order
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| Real in it for life, but now look at the price
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| But now look at that register, everything in here slight
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| Mmm, cause I’m John doing a hype
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| Look at how the moral of the story, but don’t see its advice
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| It’s right, it’s like life is like a glass egg
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| Tryna maintain while coming to fame and keeping your last friends
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| Yeah, you know that balance of
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| Cause who on your back or who got your back
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| I promise the line is this thin really
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| You know that balance of
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| Cause who on your back or who got your back
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| I promise the line is this thin
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| (I got this glass egg somehow on the top of this, balanced, on the top of this
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| mountain, you know?
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| I don’t know how I got it there exactly, but I see it’s there and I got to end
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| this with the right feeling)
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| OK, good business with mad friends (and we say we never change)
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| But bad business with mad friends, aha, glass egg
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| Look at the years invested, who would have figured or guessed it (pa)
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| Look at you there since Contra kept the code but you’ve got extra men
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| Told you I would get this straight, told you once i got big
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| It’s lonely at the top by the population looking in, ahh
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| Then I got my deal
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| Started wondering if them peoples with me are for real (sometimes the mighty
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| let the devil in)
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| Yeah, now salutations to my former friends
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| Forming to form against me is currently your form of defense
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| And now it hurts me to say, sometimes your sandbox friends equipped for dirty
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| exchange, now was it
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| or that bling in a hurt or sustain at curtain calls, one of two that either boo
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| or bouquets, so was it
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| Worth of your fam or worth all tha fame
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| Exchange your personal relationships for personal gains
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| I’m telling you, balance is a bitch
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| Cause when you’re back, who got your back
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| I promise the line is this thin, really, uh
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| I’m telling you, balance is a bitch
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| Cause who on your back, and who got your back
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| Sometimes that line don’t exist, I’m out |