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I'm livin today |
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(Chorus-Devin) |
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I don't know if it'll be alright, it'll be ok |
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If it'll be alright, it'll be ok |
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If it'll be alright, it'll be ok |
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But I'm living today 1x |
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(Devin) |
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I've been checkin out this reefer 'bout an hour and it sounds so soothin |
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It's kinda hard to write this one and keep the track movin |
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Barbeque with weed and brew is how we usually do it |
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Get it dumpin while we pumpin up some good music |
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Can't afford to lose it, hobbied to a full-time job |
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Keep my track record clean for those who wanna pull my card |
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It's kinda hard on a brotha with the struggle and all |
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But all I can say is just keep hustlin and y'all |
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Got to love it live it, ya can't be in it for nothin |
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'Cause there's too many niggas out there who witness this shit, |
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it's not fair |
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Nobody to blame for your misfortune and fame |
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Just tryna' take the right road, please, call Jermaine |
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I've seen rain, but now it's pourin |
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And at least I gotta have a Sweet when I wake in the mornin |
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So let's just all do our thing like an orchestra does |
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Pass the shit around so we can all get a buzz |
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(Chorus) |
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(David Banner) |
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I can't blame it on my mama, nigga I knew she was broke |
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No education so she spent the last check on some dope |
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Hovers to John's and my father never seen the funds |
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But I heard he was locked in jail keep his nuts on his tongue |
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Who gives a fuck, the government can lick the sweat off my dick |
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They put crack off in the hood and lock us up when we trip |
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A little dough, ask them hoes what they put in here for |
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I heard birds fly through the wind, then they land at your door |
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Hot sex all night until my body gets numb |
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I'm too nervous to relax so I bail when I come |
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Can't get alone with my folks so I dump on them fools |
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Basketball is all they taught a young nigga in school |
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Fuck your foot, and your basket, you can lick on my balls |
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My school don't have the internet so I stuff crack in my draws |
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And if y'all know a better way, then y'all help me escape |
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From this hell that I live everyday |
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(Chorus) |
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(Kamikaze) |
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Dear Lord, please forgive me, I've sinned against your land |
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I've lived this life so hella trife in this pursuit of loot and fame |
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You saw your child weapin on his knees at night in vein |
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And it's a way from tryna' get off in this game |
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But if it's all the same, can I digress, I've struggled, nonetheless |
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Make my first mistake of learnin how to drink and smoke the cess |
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Did my best to tread water but it was just as I feared |
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At the time I needed friends that was the time they disappeared |
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See I got jeered in every corner, couldn't hang 'cause I was broke |
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Thought he had a record deal, it seemed to be the runnin joke |
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And it's just enough to drive a soul of man to drink and smoke |
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Just enough to make a college grad go out and sell dope |
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And it was never "how ya doin", never "can I help" |
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"Can I share this wealth", I guess I have to make it by myself |
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Could it be the situation came from dirt that I had done |
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Havin no earthly idea where my next dollar's comin from |
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Didn't give a damn if daddy all alone up in this world |
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Didn't care anotha nigga had helped to feed my baby girl |
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Didn't care that Kamikaze just broke down from all the stress |
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Wasn't there at six that mornin, when my car got reposessed |
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I thought y'all was my homies, but I guess it's just as well |
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You left sho' 'nuff, you're rock bottom and I'm a let y'all burn in hell |
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You're bitches |
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(Chorus fades) |
