The story of my life is about nothing
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Love is the red herring, money is the'
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Rather I smoke weed, make beats, and eat muffins
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Energy source: vodka. Without it I can't function
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The brother's life ill like bad advice
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Pray'till I get it right
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If I had three wishes I'd ask for world peace
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A stack of pancakes and a child's figments
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'Cause lucidity is too vicious
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Your enemies ain't too distant'are suspicious
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Whenever move will do'
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Listen, who you run to for venting and discussion?
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I go find a brick wall somewhere and start cussing
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A little one sided but I've gotten used to it
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Besides, talking to the all feels less foolish
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Life can get all up in your ass, baby
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You better work it out
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Let me tell you what it's all about
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Life and love, respect and beats
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Pounds of drugs, ink and earth
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Fights and hugs, folded skirts
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Straighten mugs, grief and purp
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Art and lust
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If I was you, homie, I'd lighten up
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It's tough to get a grip
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When your blood, sweat, and tears keep your fingertips slick
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Reality bites just as sure as it will slip
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That's some free advice, the next one's got a price
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And don't be stingy with the tip'so many bad days
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Gotta watch in good fortune but I distrust fugaze
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Like when your girl ask if she's fat
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Damned if you're quiet, damned if you answer back
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Bitches on my dick 'cause I look like Diogenes
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Walking with a limp and a lamp, searching for honesty
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Can't find an ounce of it, really don't astonish me
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'Cause 28 years of bullshit admonished me
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I'm in a crib, lay brother, man
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Writing rhymes while I ash the cig in a beer can
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Hoping that this music shit'll give me a new Sedan
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And millions of fans. And pussy.
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Life can get all up in your ass, baby
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You better work it out
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Let me tell you what it's all about
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Life and love, respect and beats
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Pounds of drugs, ink and earth
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Fights and hugs, folded skirts
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Straighten mugs, grief and purp
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Art and lust
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If I was you, homie, I'd lighten up
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Lighten Up
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