I'm livin today
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(Chorus-Devin) 1/2x
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I don't know if it'll be alright, it'll be ok
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If it'll be alright, it'll be ok
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If it'll be alright, it'll be ok
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But I'm living today
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(Devin)
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I've been checkin out this reefer 'bout an hour and it sounds so soothin
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It's kinda hard to write this one and keep the track movin
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Barbeque with weed and brew is how we usually do it
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Get it dumpin while we pumpin up some good music
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Can't afford to lose it, hobbied to a full-time job
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Keep my track record clean for those who wanna pull my card
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It's kinda hard on a brotha with the struggle and all
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But all I can say is just keep hustlin and y'all
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Got to love it live it, ya can't be in it for nothin
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'Cause there's too many niggas out there who witness this shit,
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it's not fair
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Nobody to blame for your misfortune and fame
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Just tryna' take the right road, please, call Jermaine
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I've seen rain, but now it's pourin
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And at least I gotta have a Sweet when I wake in the mornin
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So let's just all do our thing like an orchestra does
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Pass the shit around so we can all get a buzz
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(Chorus)
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(David Banner)
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I can't blame it on my mama, nigga I knew she was broke
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No education so she spent the last check on some dope
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Hovers to John's and my father never seen the funds
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But I heard he was locked in jail keep his nuts on his tongue
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Who gives a fuck, the government can lick the sweat off my dick
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They put crack off in the hood and lock us up when we trip
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A little dough, ask them hoes what they put in here for
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I heard birds fly through the wind, then they land at your door
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Hot sex all night until my body gets numb
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I'm too nervous to relax so I bail when I come
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Can't get alone with my folks so I dump on them fools
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Basketball is all they taught a young nigga in school
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Fuck your foot, and your basket, you can lick on my balls
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My school don't have the internet so I stuff crack in my draws
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And if y'all know a better way, then y'all help me escape
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From this hell that I live everyday
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(Chorus)
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(Kamikaze)
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Dear Lord, please forgive me, I've sinned against your land
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I've lived this life so hella trife in this pursuit of loot and fame
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You saw your child weapin on his knees at night in vein
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And it's a way from tryna' get off in this game
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But if it's all the same, can I digress, I've struggled, nonetheless
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Make my first mistake of learnin how to drink and smoke the cess
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Did my best to tread water but it was just as I feared
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At the time I needed friends that was the time they disappeared
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See I got jeered in every corner, couldn't hang 'cause I was broke
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Thought he had a record deal, it seemed to be the runnin joke
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And it's just enough to drive a soul of man to drink and smoke
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Just enough to make a college grad go out and sell dope
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And it was never "how ya doin", never "can I help"
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"Can I share this wealth", I guess I have to make it by myself
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Could it be the situation came from dirt that I had done
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Havin no earthly idea where my next dollar's comin from
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Didn't give a damn if daddy all alone up in this world
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Didn't care anotha nigga had helped to feed my baby girl
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Didn't care that Kamikaze just broke down from all the stress
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Wasn't there at six that mornin, when my car got reposessed
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I thought y'all was my homies, but I guess it's just as well
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You left sho' 'nuff, you're rock bottom and I'm a let y'all burn in hell
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You're bitches
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(Chorus to fade)
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Living (featuring Devin & Kamikaze)
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David Banner |