(feat. Boaz)
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Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death
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And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
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A marathon grind like I'm running from rest
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It's (5 o'clock in the mornin')
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Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death
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And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
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But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest
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The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock
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Driving by the cops
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Low key microscopic 'till the eyes that watch
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Everything a hustle when you tryin' come buy some guap
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I'm a keep grindin' 'till I'm still shining like a diamond watch
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Me and boo here bringing you the truth
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With all night sessions we just living in the booth
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Strong balls like we spitting out 150 proof
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Take shots get loose 'till you spitting up yo' food (like ohh)
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You see 'dat I'm a need a recap
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Grab a weed sack cheap that 'till my feet flat
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I got this covered like a pro bowl d-back
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Breathe rap been a been known to make the b-clip
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Need cash so I'm tryin' to move some trees fast
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Tell you where to meet at
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Ask you where the cheese at
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People 'round the city see the youngin' and respect the grind
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Puttin' in th extra time
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Guaranteed next to shine
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Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death
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And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
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A marathon grind like I'm running from rest
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It's (5 o'clock in the mornin')
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Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death
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And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
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But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest
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[Boaz:]
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I rise before the sun come up and get my day started
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Pray to the most how I roll up my hays and spark it
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And then my paper starts to roll in
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Money in paper bags
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Hammers with laser tags
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We grown men
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Out on the corner 'till the early morn'
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The blood of a hustla gettin' mines before I was born
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You get stormed by these tight ass bars
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From being easy Mac
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Crusin' in lax smokin' weed with no season at
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There ain't no reason that these other rappers hatin' on us (why?)
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Except these labels anticipating and waiting on us
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They get the BBS's radios play us
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Then we blaze in the Benz's
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And sit this off on BBS's
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And from P.A to Texas
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These niggas know about me
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International hustla can't get no snow without me
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Or get no dough without me
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Niggas gettin' hardly stackin' on 'er
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Early bird get the worm
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I'm knockin' at the cracker dome
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Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death
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And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
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A marathon grind like I'm running from rest
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It's (5 o'clock in the mornin')
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Somebody told me sleep was a cousin to death
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And following a dollar finds nothing but stress
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But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest
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5 O'clock
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| Mac Miller |
