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Yeahh.Some old school shit. |
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When uhhhh, you be at the lunch table |
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Ha ha ha.This that right here. |
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Uh yeahI put my team on |
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Now we in the game but |
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I memba days when |
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I ain't have no-one to lean on |
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I learned to hold my own |
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And sing the skys the limit, take a hundred dollar bill and make a paper plane. |
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And try to make a name |
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And when ya done giving ya all you give ya everythang |
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You got what it takes |
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I told the world my song |
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They lovin it |
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You can't tell me nothin cause my whole clique stuntin |
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Boy wassuppp |
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Yeahhhhhh [x4] |
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So where ya goin, ya lifes on a road |
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From the party to the plane and ya names in the light show. |
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You find your way back home, away from all the pressure and a women tryin to stress you |
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Find a new one |
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You've reached a new phase |
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They got you lookin at tomorrow like a new stay |
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And not a new day |
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To some it may seem wrong |
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But fuck it, cause |
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I'm good weed puffin and my whole team stuntin |
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Boy wassuppp |
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Yeahhhhhh [x4] |
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And I hop up out the bed |
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Grab my iPhone |
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Put some kush in the swisha |
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Roll one up |
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When you live the star life |
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Gotta go hard so you workin all night, sleep when the sun come up |
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Yeahhhhhh [x2] |
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Hahaha.Yeah |
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Okayyyyyyy |
