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[Hook] |
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Won't be giving up |
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In this world where everything ain't enough |
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And everything is a must, I remind you all |
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It's easy to get caught in the rush |
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You weak, ******t'll blind you, dawg |
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Too many trying to fit in |
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Still I'd rather stand out |
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No better way of living |
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[Verse 1] |
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Rocky lucky link on my neck, can't let'em see you sweat |
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The illest ******t ain't thinking to me, dawg, I ain't even slept |
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All non-believers check |
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King round for round, the crown ain't leave me yet |
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Been cropped the sound, look at my CD set |
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A set of Cubans on my leather spooning |
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"Settle down" - some ******t I'm never doing |
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Drop and find eleven new ones |
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Compliments of better schooling |
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I'm skipping continents for better viewing |
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Came into prominence, forever ruling |
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You knew the life I live, you'd judge your own |
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Roaming like I left something, still the man when I'm home |
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I hope Heaven got a club |
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I done climbed into all kind of ******, never fell in love |
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Success no better drug and the pressure just a plus |
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Moving on you, never take the life in us |
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******, take a loss where every mistake will cost |
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Color stain the floors |
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Ain't not sympathy, this pain is yours |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Let's toast to this paper. New toast for the haters |
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I'm bred to be what you want. Game dead, giving it hope |
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Realest ****** the more I think about it |
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My head high, I keep a mink around |
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Throw a ****** off even they even think you doubt it |
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All I got is fire. Need an 8, alarm attire |
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Easy to admire, sixteen will take an overnighter |
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Take advantage, nothing is needed. All is forgiven |
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Too long pretending then smoke what you call driven |
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I'm drunk to where you see double |
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Been around, hear the street crumble |
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Chain still swing like free couples |
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Fear, being ****** up, frustrated, trying to function |
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The ghetto took all my close friends |
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Somebody owes us something, for real |
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They can't catch the God, wrecking in my repertoire |
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Extra fog, ain't no body close, I'm ghost |
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My anxiety over flows. Flow with a cold steal |
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Leaving a trail of road kill and still won't chill - ill! |
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[Hook] |
