[NICKELUS F:]
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Yo I wake up every morning, shower, gather my belongings
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Yo I wake up every morning, shower, gather my belongings
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Head to works, I get some breakfast 'cause, still a nigga yawning
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From the night before, at the club I was up I'm tryna live
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Only twenty two my nig, 'bout to be twenty three ya dig?
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Yo I wake up every morning, shower, gather my belongings
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Head to works, I get some breakfast 'cause, still a nigga yawning
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From the night before, at the club I was up I'm tryna live
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Only twenty two my nig, 'bout to be twenty three ya dig?
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Time don't wait for none of us that's why I gotta chase my dreams
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Make my momma proud so she can show off all her pearly teeth
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And be half the man my dad was, I thank God he was in my life
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I realize how many [?]
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Either I, need to make this music work or move from the Earth
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I'm preachin' fire, need a choir, 'bout to take you all to church
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My congregation bombed the nation with this HIP HOP
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We in the race to fame, blowin' pass the PIT STOPS
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I heard the prize was some chicks and a WRIST WATCH
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And all you gotta do is go to jail or GET SHOT
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Yeah Nick cop but he ain't never get popped
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How we gonna get pop fans? Give 'em a quick shot
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Now I get ya chick hot with my wrist watch
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Yeah shorty drip drop when it tick tock
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It's kinda sick huh? Ay Jay, put it in the heart of Pickering
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And tell them niggas this is NICK'S SPOT
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They don't keep it fresh enough I got it zip locked
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Saran wrap, anthrax, it make ya sick huh
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I'm hot as fire wanna put me out with piss huh
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[?]
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[CHORUS:]
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It ain't as easy as it looks, we go through some shit
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You cut us a check, then we go through some hits
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Then you show us respect, then we'll say you legit
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And this is the life that I lead from AM to PM
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I'm tryna get that cash, then watch how tall it grows
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Soon as we get the ass, we start callin' 'em hos
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The concept you don't grasp, I'm guessin' you too old
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And this is the life that I lead from AM to PM
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[DRAKE:]
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Ayo I stay up every evening, write that shit that they believe in
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DJs run it, they approach me, and it's praise I be receiving
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From the night befo', at the club, fake I.D. my record spins
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Got me dancin' right outside since these niggas won't let me in
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Well guess again, slip around the back and get it crackin'
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And all the bottles wrapped in cellophane [?]
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Hundred grand, Nickle F, that nigga's the next to win
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Virgina go rep for him, and Memphis represent for me
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To the tenth 10 degree, Tennekey, T Dot to the country ya'll
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Orangemen and White Haven, an back up north to Montreal
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I ain't ashamed, my city ain't on the map
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[?] Light that fire, realize they ain't born to rap
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[?] Pass the torch and sell they soul [?]
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Maybe they can bring they career back
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But these niggas right here ain't tryna hear that
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Cause I'm on set, make it work, break even on 9 to 5's
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Cigarettes and lotto tickets, tryna keep that grind alive
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All my uncles, they hit the casino when they get they check
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My cousins, they paint they [?] to get respect
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This can't be life, dominoes and [?] dro and twenty stacks
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[?]
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[?]
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Rest In Peace to SKUMMY this reality not funny rap!
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You think it's funny till these youngings suck a bunny
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Pull the jack rabbit out and get to screamin' where the money at?!
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[CHORUS:]
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It ain't as easy as it looks, we go through some shit
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You cut us a check, then we go through some hits
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Then you show us respect, then we'll say you legit
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And this is the life that I lead from AM to PM
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I'm tryna get that cash, then watch how tall it grows
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Soon as we get the ass, we start callin' 'em hos
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The concept you don't grasp, I'm guessin' you too old
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And this is the life that I lead from AM to PM
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A.M. 2 P.M.
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| Drake |
