Drag-On: (Speaking) Life is crazy man, it's fucked up.
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(You a half a nigga)
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You was never there for me, you know. You know, take care of yours.
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When I get mine, I'ma take care of mine.
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You can believe that, for real.
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Chorus: You know what you did was wrong
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But still, life still goes on
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You wasn't my daddy, daddy
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(Add after first verse)
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You never taught me the streets,
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and didn't know what you mean to me
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You wasn't my daddy, daddy
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Verse 1:
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Let me ask you a question
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Even though I was your reflection
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You showed this nigga no love, me and you was no connection
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You flipped on my moms and she had your ass arrested
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But still, when you was there, my eyes was lit up like flourescents
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So I read up on my lessons
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Now, I'm fed up with your prescense
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You yellin', B's is screamin', "Man shut up and get the message"
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Things I used to do
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Which reminded me of you
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But I'm gone, and I'm doin' it and I'm doin fine dude
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Look at what you did by and started
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You had a mind but you was heartless
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You shouldn't have spit me out dog, now I'm going to shine regardless
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Supposed to leave me high, but I was already above it yo
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You hated me to the point I was the way you loved it yo
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But fuck it though
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I wouldn't care if you kicked the bucket yo
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My dick you can suck it yo
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But it wasn't for nothin yo
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You was here to leave a new chapter, Drag-On baby
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Thoughts from now will live on, til I'm dead and gone baby
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You was wrong
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But now I'm older spittin' the bomb
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Gettin' lit on
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Just livin off this written from the arm
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I was given from the mind since you wasn't there nigga
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Can't believe you had me cryin', you wasn't worth a tear nigga
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I used to be in the crib, no money, no food, hopin' for you
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Now you and yours peepin' at my bocu's
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My lyrics, going to haunt you
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You feel this one don't you
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Why don't you kill me with precaution
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You should have just had an abortion, for real
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Repeat Chorus 1x
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Verse 2:
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I guess there's ways of life I have yet to learn
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Like Drag-On, and how many niggas I have yet to burn
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With no rice on the shelf
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That's when I learned life itself
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Only Chow, that's why I hit the mic for delf
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Fear no one
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I was taught to care for no one
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Hard-hitter
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Little nigga, cause I ain't hittin' no one
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All I heard was me tellin' bitches to get in that bed
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Gettin' that head
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Me and my niggas gettin' that bread
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Shit wasn't right because during that I didn't know you
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I guess it's true
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Things you don't know, you're gonna go through
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On the phone, tellin' my man, "I'm about to blow dude"
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Moms on the other line, saying, "You about to blow who?"
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"Oh, ain't nothin' ma. Yo, I'll call you later"
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My moms, was zoned out
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The days to the froze was blown out
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Cut the stove on the days I was alone in the house
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There was alot of shit missin', talkin' about she loaned it out
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It was thug livin', and there was nothing I could do stop it
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Shit was hard like a kindergarten kid in college
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Started makin' profit, that's how I built my wealth
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And what I did, shit ony the fools will quit up on hisself
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I didn't know how I did it by myself
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Sometimes it drove me to drinkin' so I spit up on myself
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And you know what, out of all that, I'm about to blow up
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Til I'm six feet, I'ma tear it up from the floor up
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Nigga what
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Repeat Chorus 1x
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Life still goes on
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But you was wrong
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You wasn't my daddy, daddy
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You still was wrong
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But life still goes on
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You wasn't my daddy, daddy
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Life Goes On (Bonus Track)
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Drag-On |