(Hook x2)
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Me and my dawg, represent like what (rep, rep)
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Represent like what (like what, like what)
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Me and my bitch get it in like what
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We get it in like what uh
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(Bridge)
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And if ya nevar had a penny, don't ya wanna ball?
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Used to fall asleep wit the stomach empty, now don't ya wanna ball?
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Tattoos like Machiavelli, the shit that make ya wanna ball
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And I'mma die when I'm ready, but I'm livin' so I want it all
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(Verse)
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Me and my dogs getting blow beatch
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My lil brother just got out of parole beatch
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My daughter just turned five years old beatch
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And we ain't mopping no mo floors beatch
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None of my brothers work 9 5
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Neva scared living life, we got nine lives
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Keep it hood with the hen on my tie
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Smoking on la-la, bumpin' Big Poppa
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I mean look at all the shit we been thru
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Seven people in a four door rental
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I mean look at what we did with a pencil!
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Beat a statistic of becomin' anotha stencil
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I mean an outline on that sidewalk
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Man, I'm supposed to be dead and that's real talk
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(Hook x2)
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Me and my dawg, represent like what (rep, rep)
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Represent like what (like what, like what)
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Me and my bitch get it in like what
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We get it in like what uh
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(Bridge)
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And if ya neva had a penny, don't ya wanna ball?
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Used to fall asleep wit the stomach empty, now don't ya wanna ball?
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Tattoos like Machiavelli, the shit that make ya wanna ball
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And I'mma die when I'm ready, but I'm livin' so I want it all
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(Verse 2)
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I wonder what ya got for a little muthafucka
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A real muthafucka, chill muthafucka
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I guess it's God's will
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Yet and still, I'm in the field with dolla bills
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To track sharks with no gills, ready to kill muthafucka
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And I don't want no part of that, the first time I heard kat-kat-kat
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I almost had a fuckin' heart attack
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Stuttering like that-that-that shit was crazy
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Maybe it's time I used the talent that God gave me
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But I was just local
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Didn't have a rap name, I was just hopeful
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Paid for my first studio session with quarters
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We didn't even have enough money to cut vocals, damn
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Traded pop cans for dimes
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Sum' wanna be doctors, I wanted to rhyme
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And if followin' yo dreams to crime, then I'mma crook
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Guess I'll be in the book, when they get me, in due time
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(Interlude)
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Free all my real muthafuckas!
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We livin bitch! Fuck da police!
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(Hook x2)
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Me and my dawg, represent like what (rep, rep)
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Represent like what (like what, like what)
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Me and my bitch get it in like what
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We get it in like what uh
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(Bridge)
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And if ya neva had a penny, don't ya wanna ball?
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Used to fall asleep wit the stomach empty, now don't ya wanna ball?
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Tattoos like Machiavelli, the shit that make ya wanna ball
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And I'mma die when I'm ready, but I'm livin' so I want it all
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(Outro)
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Yeah! Can ya believe?
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Yo boy is living the muthafuckin dream
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While they still sleep
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Ha, sons-of-bitches
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Alarm clock ain't going off till the work days half-way over
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Fuck it! Light five more
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And I heard home-boy done fucked erry bitch on the block, hahahaha
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That muthafuckin' crazy
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Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland
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Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland
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Wanna Ball
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| Machine Gun Kelly |
