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[Intro] |
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Walking through this office building |
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I never seen so much opportunity before |
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I feel like I'm gon' make it |
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Beautiful marble floors |
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Office desks and contracts representing me |
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I don't feel like I'm gon' be tied in to nothing bullshitty |
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I'ma make it to the NBA, and I'ma play my heart out |
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[Hook] |
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Real people |
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My whole life, I was eating off paper plates |
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Niggas try to slow down, but I never wait |
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We all gotta sleep, but I'm trying to stay awake |
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Real people, we never take a break |
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My whole life, I was eating off paper plates |
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Niggas try to slow down, but I never wait |
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We all gotta sleep, but I'm trying to stay awake |
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[Verse 1] |
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Trying to stay awake but the game got another plan |
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Don't hate the player, hate the game, I hate both |
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Going through some things, man, fuck this damn boat |
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Came to the hood to get off this damn dope |
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Shit been sick since we came off the damn boat |
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Play your cards right, nigga, this your last hope |
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Seen dreams get taken, whole life changes |
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Niggas can't get a second chance, your whole life tainted |
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Don't give up, promise you'll keep dreaming |
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More power for the money if you keep on believing |
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The dreams turn to capital, money on the avenue |
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Fighting for my life, that's why I'm mugging when I stare at you |
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They killing off us, way before we got here |
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Now, it's me against the world, nigga, like 'Pac here |
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Popping off shots everyday, this is not a war |
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But we at war in a small place |
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War in our mind, is worse than genocide |
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Projects experiment came to life, y'all doing fine |
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Y'all doing a great job, killing off future generations |
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Y'all niggas keep hating |
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[Interlude] |
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Money on my mind and shit |
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We grinding 'til the end, baby |
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It's Lil B |
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Money on my mind, nigga |
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Rocking up, bitch |
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Take the money, nigga |
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[Verse 2] |
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Pain, you niggas don't know no pain |
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You just feel pain, mine internal |
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Cursed with some, more than cursive |
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Searching through the fucking persons |
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You don't know what you believe in, stuck between cursive |
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Just reverse leaning, can't forget what you seen |
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Nigga I earned it, don't be mad |
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Because you feel like you don't deserve it |
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Don't compare, don't worry 'bout stress |
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Don't mind, just come prepared |
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They say it's your not fault, I should have been aware |
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You feel me? Fuck that, man, I don't like that feeling |
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I ain't gonna be a victim |
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Rather see myself, a person, or a person |
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Spend your money wise, man, spending more time |
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I hustle hard for the dead people under stairs |
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Look at me wrong, nigga, you'll be under there |
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Bitch |