[Verse 1: YG]
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I woke up this morning, I had a boner
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I went to sleep last night with no bitch, nigga, I was a loner
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I be going through shit, losin' bitches and homies
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If I don't make it with this rap shit, nigga, I might be homeless
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My moms don't got a job, my pop's checks ain't enough
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If ain't bringin' home that money, my whole family is fucked
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I swear I move like the mob, I'm watchin' movies too much
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If niggas want it, you're dead, what would you suggest?
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They wonder why I do drugs and hang with thugs
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Since I made it the city hated, wait, where is the love?
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I ride around with my gun, this is not for fun
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I stay protected cause my homie just took one to the lung
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Had him on life support, where's the family support?
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He knew who shot him, but he ain't even show up in court
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Yeah, that's a real G, nigga, he on a kill spree, nigga
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The homie popped him so I hope he don't kill me, nigga
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[Hook: YG x2]
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That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
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That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
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That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
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I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin'
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[Verse 2: YG]
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Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
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With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
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Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where
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You ain't my main bitch so why the fuck do you care
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That's why bitches get fucked, then turn around and get left
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Somebody need to teach them less talk, more sex
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I'm pressed when I'm stressed, my granny tell me I'm blessed
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Well, why the fuck do Jesus Christ got me goin' through this shit?
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Everybody need favors, what happens if I go broke?
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Or say I ain't got it then buy my [?]
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Right up in your fake setup, fuck you up like some mace
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So fuck your handout, give a young nigga some space
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Give a nigga some Ace, give me a blunt that's laced
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Sprinkle some molly in it, watch me take this shit to my face
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The snitch is the shooter, they took time away from his case
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Holy shit, oh lawd, where is the world today?
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
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I smoke this industry shit, to me it's one big ass lick
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I walk inside of a buildin', tell the A&R nigga strip
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Tell 'em I need all of my chips, my life been known Section 8
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I've been a welfare case, AFDC pump fake
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Meanwhile I'm grindin' cause drug money ain't like rap money
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Four white kilo snow bunny, equal one whole show, dummy
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I'm on this tour bus and I'm fucked up, I got a bad call, they killed [?]
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They killed Chad my big homie Pup
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Puppy eyes in my face, bro, and I've really been drinkin'
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Why the fuck I've really been smokin'?
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What the fuck, I'm the sober one
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When I'm so stressed out I can't focus
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Hideout when I ride out, ski mask with the eyes out
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Speed past in the Cut-lass-me and little Ocho
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And we young nigga hop out
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2 tears in a bucket, I feel like fuck it
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That's the price of fame, recognize my pain, that's all I know
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All alone, but I'm out here though
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Call my troops like vamonos
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I'm on this tour bus and I'm fucked up
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I got a bad call, and it's all bad
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Of OG with my OG and some OE, but the tall glass
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[Hook]
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Really Be (Smokin' N Drinkin')
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| Yg |
