(feat. Clicka One)
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[Verse 1: Brown]
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When it comes to my hustle, you're on the man
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Gotta keep all my money in rubberband
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God, our sins
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Plan to make hella dough
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I could fuck with some weed, I could shovel snow
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I just gotta lay low when I'm doin' thangs
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Got the cards in the grip, and my momma's been
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True to this
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I don't ever get caught up in
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Foolishness, snitches can talk with the rugers
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It's Judases
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Reprosession, I do this shit
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Follow rules, I don't ever do stupid shit
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I don't talk on a tone, they ain't catchin' me
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Don't be askin' me, prices, I guarantee
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You get hung up or probably get run up on
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Have the game figured out til the other mourn
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There goes S.W.A.T.s when they kicked in my shit
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Cause now I'm in county and facin' the consequence
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[Chorus: Nasty]
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We hope for the best and prepare for the worst
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For sometimes, it don't go as planned
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Aware with the rules when it blows in your face
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And you facin' the consequence
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Romero]
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Roll the purple buds, blaze the bubble hash
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Watch me rip you or paint out my troubled past
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I don't care what they say, we ain't free at last
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All my life, I've been treated as second class
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I ain't lookin' for sympathy, kiss my ass
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I'm a hustler, homie, I get that cash
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Pass my salary
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Duck [? ]
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Physically turnin' my dreams to reality
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This goes on in the hustler's mentality
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I see hate, I see greed, I see jealously
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Seen the worse situations turn positive
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Broken dreams, broken hearts, broken promises
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If successful, the demons come test you
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Catch you slippin', they come to oppress you
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If you guilty, then prove 'em you innocent
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Guess I'm guilty for being a Mexican
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3: Lil' Rob]
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I'm runnin' and duckin' through alleys and hoppin' fences (Aw shit)
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Gettin' consequences for livin' my life too reckless
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A lost direction
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And I went in the wrong direction
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Gotta find a better way than let out my aggressions (Fuck that)
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I fucked up
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But I never learn my lessons (Never learn my lessons)
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No matter what, they don't get a confession if they question (Fuck no)
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And I be lyin' if I said I wasn't stressin'
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I'm not restin', it's been fuckin' up my complexion (Yeah)
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And I don't look the same in my reflection
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Haven't got no sleep in about a week, and I'm beat (Shit, I'm beat)
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And I can barely rise to my feet
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I'm tired, of having to hide out on the street (On the street)
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Cause honestly
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I ain't got nowhere to run to
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I done did it now
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And I don't know what I'm goin' to do (What the fuck am I gonna do now?)
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I'm in a fucked up position
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When they said, "Don't do it, Rob" (Word)
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Rob didn't listen
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[Lil' Rob:]
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That's right, Ese Lil' Rob
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Yeah
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Brown and Romero from Clika One
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That's right
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Go for the best
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Prepare for the worst
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Cause sometimes
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Shit just don't go as planned
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Understand
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Yeah
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Truth Or Consequences
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Lil' Rob |