| The first to admit life’s more than two seaters
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| Man oh man how my priorities fucked up
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| Remember nights I’m passin' out in the Rari, too fucked up
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| My niggas say spend it cause you can’t take it witcha'
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| Same time poppin' Cristal, posing for pictures
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| Ol' smart ass nigga, half right and half wrong
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| Only problem is he still here and the money gone
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| Oh me, oh my, give me a natural high
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| When I think about the nights we threw them Rollies in the sky
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| When I was so mother fuckin' clean on 'em, need a tie
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| Every hater in the club was just wishin' we would die
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| A hustlers life is filled with decisions he gotta make
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| Remeber when I got the news I was ready to cry a lake
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| Swear my levy was 'bout to break, lost religion and all my faith
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| I swear I seen the same shit happen to Shake
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| Can you imagine that look I had on my face?
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| Saw my nigga layin' still in a box with a waste
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| Got me feelin' sick, feelin like I’m 'bout to vomit
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| I guess a loss ain’t shit if you ain’t learn somethin' from it
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| Got me pacin' round the room, yeah NASCAR nigga
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| See my nigga sittin there that drive a fast car nigga
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| I’m like «Why you ridin' that? |
| Them boys is mysteries nigga»
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| Live real or die tryin' is still a victory nigga |