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They say the World's coming to an end, homie I don't care |
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Bullet proof in my closet that I don't wear |
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Niggas talk behind my back as if I won't hear |
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Back against the ropes like I won't dare |
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Bitch I don't tear |
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I know too many niggas facin' 25 to life |
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I know too many ain't make to 25 in life |
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Too many look up to me, I'm who they idolise |
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No soap opera I aint your guiding light |
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Worry bout my car and the kit, wattup Michael Knight |
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I bared my all, you would think I'm bout to die tonight |
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I'm tryna not to get stuck, lifestyle of a Trojan |
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It mean I'm tryna not to get f-cked, wattup! |
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[Hook] |
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World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds |
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I'll be in the front row when it all implodes |
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(I don't have to tel you thinks are bad) |
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(Everybody knows things are bad. it's a depression) |
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I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes |
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I'ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes |
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[Joe Budden - Verse 2] |
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They say the World's coming to an end |
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I find it funny cause mine is just beginning |
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Mind is full of women, mines like a rollarcoaster |
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But I slow up the ride |
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Then they feel sick to they stomach |
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But all they could throw up is pride |
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You talking bout a recession that I cordially ignore |
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F-ck a dollar if you morally poor |
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R R R all of your gonna see is royalty ? |
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Nevermind income, spoil me with loyalty |
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It's too many fake niggas not enough real |
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Theres too many emcee's, not enough deals |
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Too many broke, when theres too many bills |
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Too many ways to attain wealth, fuck the poor economy |
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Blame yourself |
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Guess we can't all leave the hood just rapping |
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And say society is twisted like it just happened |
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Nigga, I call bogusness so if you f-cked up |
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Probably cause you just noticed it |
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[Hook] |
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World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds |
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I'll be in the front row when it all implodes |
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I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes |
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I'ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes |
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[Joe Budden - Verse 3] |
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They say the World's coming to an end |
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Now everybody got a complaint |
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Everybody tryna live like they some kind of saint |
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Only nigga not tryna be something I aint |
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That aint the picture I paint |
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And if I did it'd be ? |
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Life's a bitch, I'm fully ready to meet her |
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I'll be in my best fit, I'ma have the fresh caesar |
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Since I'm eager, be in the room, dusting off the heater |
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Have a fully loaded forty pointed at her when I meet her |
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? gunpoint, bitch don't tempt me |
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Force her eyes open, looking vacant, empty |
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No wonder that they shower me with hatred and envy |
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I've picked the wrong nigga couldnt make it against me |
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F-ck ya healthcare, health scare |
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Even though I'm well aware |
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Counting down til I pull the trigger, like hell yeah |
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I be the last time you impose |
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Legs crossed with my cig lit |
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Now watch it all implode! |
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[Hook] |
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World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds |
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I'll be in the front row when it all implodes |
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I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes |
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I'ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes |