(feat. Jay Electronica, Raekwon, Yelawolf)
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[Chorus - Yelawolf]
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I deserve to play, it's been a few days, ain't showed it all
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I go outside and breathe, roll down my sleeves and have a ball
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Still got these bills to pay and a family, I'm workin hard
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But I got a life too, so I throw on my shoes and I live it y'all
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[Verse 1 - Paul Wall]
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I'm fresher than a peppermint and cold as a cough
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When I pull up in that foreign and I break boys off
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Super ballin is a product of a hard knock life
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No more Ramen noddles bread, no more struggle and strife
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From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
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Motivated by Mob Figaz and Andre Nickatina
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I'm gettin paper while you're in the shade drinkin Zima
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I'm a schemer, you just waitin on your check from FEMA
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Been evadin the subpoena to appear in court
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Different hustle every season like I'm playin a sport
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"Life is Too $hort, wouldn't you agree?"
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See, the best time I ever had in my life was free
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My best friend wasn't real, he came with a fee
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Reduced time for your sentence come with a plea
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Livin in the free world and I'm blessed
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Paper chasin is my quest, I grind with no rest
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2 - Raekwon]
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I'm not a actor, a role model with soul or clapper
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I work hard, a good gangsta nigga, blow a stack up
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Time still movin and shit, stay on the grind, it's just excuses
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Girls lookin at you, you useless (word?)
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When everything is wrong, it look like it'll fall
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I'm on the job feet first with direction and all
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I like coca and then gotta come home and stroke her
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Take time, clean my rims and go loc' her
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Just wanna lay up, damn
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I need two minutes to rest, go 'head and take the Lex' out, scram
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Then it's beef in the jump off, 'cause I needed one off
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It's like you drew your gun on me in a gun off
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Shit won't change, so move with it (move with it)
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This is my life, I'm only livin it, so don't go and ruin it
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Words from a legend, keep your dome up in the sky
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Listen to Paul Wall and Chef Fly (get high)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Jay Electronica]
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Dear Mr. President, have you seen FEMA?
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Have you seen the Lord 9th Ward, post Katrina?
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Niggaz scufflin tryin to find something tangible
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The impedes is treatin all the youth like animals
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Then wonder why the cops gettin rocked like Mosley
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Why niggaz on the TV in the spot like cozy
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Now Houston got a problem, Atlanta got a problem
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Dallas, Alabama and Miami got a problem
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Niggaz wildin out, livin free, yellin soverign
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.38 revolvin, crack rock ballin
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Tats on they face that say Uptown New Orleans
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Blastin on sight, fuck fightin, fuck arguin
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Meanwhile boat loads of cash go to Israel
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Soldiers in Iraq pray to God for a miracle
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Sam Cooke said that change was comin
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If not, you can bet your ass, danger's comin
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[Chorus]
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Live It
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| Paul Wall |
