| Ride till I die, Lord knows stay high, and I love it
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| Let’s go!
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| We count hundreds on the table, twenty’s on the floor
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| Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
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| And I love it (yeah), and I love it
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| I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
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| Parked outside, and sitting on vogues
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| And I love it (yeah), and love it
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| Once again it’s on, I’m back in the motherfucking booth
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| These niggas still lying, I’m the motherfucking truth (YEAH!)
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| I don’t believe I need some more fucking proof
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| I ain’t want the four door, I copped the motherfucking coupe (HA HA!)
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| They trying be me, I’m just trying be Jeezy
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| And everything comes to 'em like you’ll see
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| These niggas in the dark baby I’ll just shine (SHINE)
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| I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme (AH!)
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| Check your watch nigga it’s my time (HEY!)
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| Mind made up I was on my grind (THAT'S RIGHT!))
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| So pay attention yeah you’re on my time
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| In that case time waits for no man
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| Do it again I done that before man (YEAH!)
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| M.O.E., he ain’t part of the program
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| Or maybe you niggas ain’t listening
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| Open your eyes — I’m a blessing in disguise
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| Yeah I blew up, but they like that
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| They switched up on me, and I ain’t like that
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| Sold my first brick yeah, I came right back
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| Fast forward the tape, nigga look at me now
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| And I never turn back, so motherfuck that
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| Nike’s on the ground got my head to the sky
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| Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay high
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| Stay on top, Lord knows I’m gonna try
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| And live for the moment, Lord knows I’m gonna die
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| And when I get to hell, Lord knows I’m gonna fry
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| Woke up this morning so I’m still alive
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| 36 O’s I sold them all for five
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| Been around the world, it’s the same ol' caine
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| Been around the world, it’s the same ol' thang (true)
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| All the real niggas either dead or in jail
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| And if you’re looking for me homie, I’m in the A-T-L
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| You gotta play it how it go, you can’t cheat on life (YEAH!)
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| You better drink a Red Bull, you can’t sleep on life
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| I ain’t tryna do you, I’m tryin' do me
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| Last album did two, I’m just tryin' do three
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| Fresh out the pot yeah the work was hard
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| Ride with the top down so I’m closer to God
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| My P.O. |
| telling me I need a 9 to 5
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| But I already got a job, and that’s staying alive |