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(Chorus 2x) |
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No matter how hard we strive to stay alive |
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The reality is, One day we all gone die |
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So I'ma just stay on the grind and live it up |
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Enjoy mines until it's time to give it up |
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(Verse 1) |
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The wealth of the wicked is layed up for the righteous partner, Watch me get it |
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Lifestyles of the rich and saved, Homie, Watch me live it |
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Ghetto fabolous till I die, I don't care who like it |
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Get you excited, Like you been drinking punch, And somebody spiked it |
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Who's the tightest? We are, 2 G'S and the committee |
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Revealing and instilling game into the lame, cuz they blind, Blind |
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And can't see, Don't blame me, Put together a hot deal |
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Took it to B-Rite, Got some act-right, Now I could stack tight |
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Expedite my life to the next flight |
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Went from being diliquent to having pockets fatter than cellulite |
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Show you right, Took god's word, Locked on it like a pit bull bite |
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Much love to my homie, Untouchable, That's in the pen |
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If he was home, I know he'd say, Chille baby, Get your ends |
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So I'ma live it up |
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(Verse 2) |
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Represent to the fullest and I love my coast |
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So it really don't matter on which side I post |
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Makin hits that'll last, Burning charts like toast |
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Everybody got a chance, I just do it the most |
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Keep it real wit me, I'll keep it real wit you |
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One day we all gone die, Dogg it's the truth |
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Lord knows I'm a nut, Never would change that |
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I was brought with a price, Now it's all good, Black |
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Homie, Money is supreme, But it don't rule me |
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I know the golddiggaz comin, Yeah, They don't fool me |
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Don't wanna go back to the penitentiary |
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If I do, Just might get strike number three |
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Live it up! So why criticize and you don't pray and do |
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a million different things I don't have time to get into? |
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In the hood's where you'll find me, but nevermind me, continue |
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(Verse 3) |
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You'll find my mind's not focused on my problems |
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I trust god and keep the faith as I'm mobbin |
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We fighting gobblins, Like batman and robin |
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In gotham city, Cross the committee and we squabblin |
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Line lobbin, Rhyme throbbin, Mind bogglin |
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Got your concubines bobbin while the rhymes lodgin |
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Pray to jehovah rock like yola and baking soda |
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And the gray nova exchange rhymes like payola |
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I stay solar system resistance designed to go the distance |
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Adding assistance into elevating your existence |
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Survivalist, Found my niche, So I switched |
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And I wish to be raptured or die rich |
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(Chorus 2x) |
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(Verse 4) |
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His ressurrection made us qualify |
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But retrospect, Low expectation cause we were born to die |
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Read through the text that can answer every question why |
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Before you flex, Interpretation is what tells the lie |
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Have you been blessed with ears that can truly hear? |
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Or is it this that you confess but really live in fear? |
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The end is near |
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But closer is the life at hand, The right to stand |
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Wallow in poverty was not the plan |
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Since a man died for the cherished promise |
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You must acknowledge, People perish for a lack of knowledge |
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Some went to college, A degree but eternity is what they never find |
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Mad at me, A young G that's enjoyin mine, Don't sleep |
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I'm tryin to live it up, Do you consider us delirious? |
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Niggaz hit us up, Trust me you don't wanna trip wit us |
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Have heart to pick it up and take a sip from the bitter cup |
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Nigga what! Don't disturb me, I'm in the process of living it up |
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