[Hook:]
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I-I made choices in the past
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To get me where I'm at.
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I had to make choices in the past
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To get me where I'm at.
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It ain't bout you, but it ain't bout me, Yeah.
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It's about that paper coming with green, Yeah.
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So much money it don't make sense no more, I'm saying.
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I'm at the point where I can't get no more, I-I-I'm playing.
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Around with a check so you can't fire me.
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Aye fuck a crew I'm tryna build a dynasty.
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[Verse 1:]
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I got my momma a new house, I got my daddy a new shop.
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Told my brother he can have any car off the lot.
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Got my sister out the hood so my nephew ain't gotta suffer.
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Got my side ho a spot just for somewhere else to fuck her.
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Got my grandma a new van cause she love them motherfuckers.
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Got some chairs for my haters, I can't stand them motherfuckers.
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Make you dance motherfucker, I swear that's what them bullets did.
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Steve Harley clean rolling white boys call them bullet heads.
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Ha these niggas be playing I swear they don't want it.
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No sleep, no zan. I'm on the molly geeked up to the next damn morning.
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And if you steal from me I'll kill you baby
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Abortion they say life's all about choices.
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2:]
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I-I-I keep my head straight, my bed made.
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I stay in touch with Billy Ray even though that fed case
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Still pending on him I pray for him everyday.
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With a 2 million bond its best he play it safe
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And I ain't scared to say a damn thing to the jury, ho.
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We was shooting a video how they robbed the jewelry store.
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And they still ain't got no witness.
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And I know it ain't none of y'all business.
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But I just want y'all to listen
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And see how the system tryna fuck my nigga.
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F-Fucking life up, other niggas ain't like us.
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Morning Breathe better try Trident, don't try us.
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It's like a fan in the battle how I'm blowing dough.
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It ain't bout where you been, it's where your from ho.
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[Hook]
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Choices
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| Rich Homie Quan |
