(feat. Scar)
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[Chorus - Scar]
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Ain't life grand
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You're workin to the bone
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You're givin it, then it's gone
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You keep on or you don't
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Ain't life grand
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You're workin to the bone
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You're givin it, then it's gone
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You keep on or you don't
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Ain't life grand
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[Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx]
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Yeah
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This is it, put the kids to bed and get your shit
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A hit's a hit though, but took I ain't forget this shit
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But when we get a hit, we only slack a little bit
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But y'all gettin sick of banjos and fiddle shit
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I hit a lick with it, but now I'm feelin brand new
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It's time to reinvent again and win again
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So can you, put on that loop
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Split the blunt and food
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And send me on my merry like you did my favorite rap group
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We outlast and outclass these vagabonds
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Dungeon Fam, yeah pass me that baton
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See my medicine, as an adolescent one was
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Black eyes and Babylon, shit that's what I'm proud I'm from
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And What I have become is a major fact that one
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They don't mention much, but trust they know that cracker's on
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Fuckin believable, believe it dude, please don't let me intrude
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Smoke the blunt and eat your food
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[Chorus]
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[Break - Scar]
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You sit and wonder 'bout it
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You hope and wish you got it
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You try your best to hide it
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You'll have to keep from cryin
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(Ain't life grand)
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One day your on a high then
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Next day you wished you died
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Folks hate it when you're ballin
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They'd rather see you gone
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[Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx]
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This is me man
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I just bust, I don't adjust much
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To bust what this month left, I'm huff puff
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On the hush hush, they'll never touch us
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Dis-a-gust the national, that's putt putt
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I'm in the Butt Hut, fucked up some wet
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Uncut, untucked, tryin help me one up
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One OC 8, oh makes me a whole
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entirely different type of a-hole
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Gotta proper bank roll, betty drop that thing slow
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Motherfuckin load the devil thing like it swoll
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Same way the Range Rove, same way the Chevrolets
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Same way the Cadillacs, how I do it everyday
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Bubba K'll never sway, born and bred in GA
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I love Troy but it never was no play
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It's like my fourhead stacks off a baby put it
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They find it stankin in Tennessee, here they wouldn't (find ya, ho)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
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In conclusion
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Listen to me when I'm talkin to you young fella
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It's fittin to start rainin, hope you got an umbrella
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I'll probably never be a number one seller
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Might of been beige, but I never was yella
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And when I saw yella, I don't mean yella
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As in light skin, I just mean the type when
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The beef heighten, get to sprintin right then
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Like a herd of bison, when I start riflin
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Oh yeah, I will go there
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Cause I'm from nowhere and I really don't care
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If a pussy wanna stare, then a pussy gon' wear
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My hand across the face, when I put it on there
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I'm a one in a million, Dungeon affiliate
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I brought you the realest shit and a bunch of you feelin it
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This gun I will empty it, if the chatter continues
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You never did like me, but you had to pretend to
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Cause that just what men do when they hear we blew
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Thirty million dollars, just as fast as them trees blew
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Then how he refueled, and with Big rebooed
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This whole fuckin ship for a like a million and three moons (bitch)
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[Chorus]
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[Break]
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[Outro - Scar]
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Ain't life grand ...
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Ain't life grand ...
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Ain't life grand
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Ain't Life Grand
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Bubba Sparxxx |