Living the dream that I'm fighting for
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Struggle to get what I'm looking for
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Can you hear me I am calling lord
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I'm a gladiator, gladi, gladiator
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I just woke up on the right side of the bed
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No alarms for sleeping on me
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Never been the one to follow a few trends for some homies
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If one day you just happen it's to buck and hear my story
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You would understand, I ain't got much time for partion knowing
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Time waits for no man, so dead me when you see me
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Cause adolescents bout that money and no hand outs for the needy
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Misquoted, he's so misquoted
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It's time to get a chip on his shoulder and it's showing
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Somebody call oprah, matter fact call conan
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Cause once you hear this news you'd be lucky if you know em
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And if you knew them, then you knew em
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Then you so last season
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And when he gets a grammy, just be happy to be that reason
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Warning shots for the renegades,
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this is like a double shot of jack with no fucking chase
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Take a picture at my show no need for double takes
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Been waiting my whole life lation here no complaints
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They like what's a rapper that got no chains
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I'm like I guess I'll pray for someone Sunday but
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When the moment strike, I'ma cope a few links
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For now I'll focus on my daughter's education dreams
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So you can put that in your plug and your top 5
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What's a top 5 list if your album dies
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What's a top 5 if you can't eat that 9
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Now what's a list of 5, if 6 digits ain't multiply
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Yeah, I'm getting greedy nigga,
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Matter fact all these new women are the new agenda
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Damn, what you wish you could be mean nigga
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You got a better chance of getting sun tans in the coldest winter
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Man, they see I'm humble bout the fans
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Cause they seen what you gunnin and they made it a brand
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Sold out venues and I never sold out
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And I did it with no deal, coming from my mama's couch
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Can you see it, can you see it, are you too far side
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Well let me toss this dice so you could see good timing
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Jr, thug of war, who you signing
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And then we'll go cope a few cribs at tour guiding
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Out rhyming, just the same privates
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Haters watch my every word, hooked on fonets
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I'm not blessed, pour 80 is stoppin
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My name is pries, do that church man, that's a profit
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Hallelujah, hallelujah, man change hands
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That he moves out of silence
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Messiah, for your friendly fire
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How much power does it take to get higher
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Casue we tired of these 9 to 5 drinks
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Benny holler taze on a dollar menu meat
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It's ironic, all those girls out my league
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Now I cry before I take my first swing
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And I never pay for a view or a blog spot
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Yeah you going spot, I'm going dempsey
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Drug money, b money, no need for a props
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Broke nappy have a kid now, all I see is knots
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Excuse if I end up loosing you
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Nothing stays the same, only thing constant is the change
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And lamey parents saying that I'm the one to blame
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Cause they kids are dream chasing
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And they mad cause they can't
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Or they mad cause they late, and they settle with the fact
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Of a minimum wage,
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I rap cause I got to, not just to look cool
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Not just for a few thousand views on youtube
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I'm like judge what you want, let your thoughts reconsee
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You anticipating my presence like christmas eve
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I'am be anything I wanna be
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Colfax to fairfax, yeah I dream but don't sleep
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That's pries
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Ah, all I see is green lights, can't quit, won't stop
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Till I get my money right
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Ah, all I see is green lights, can't quit, won't stop
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Till I get my money right.
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Colfax
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