Young Moolah baby
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Happy music, happy people
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Happy people
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Everything’s alright
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Everything is alright
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C’mon, pop a bottle and celebrate
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We made it to a new day
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Pop a bottle and celebrate
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We done made it to a new day
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Oh I take a hit and just elevate
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‘Cause today will be a good day
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I got my mind right money right, ready for war
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Workin’ hard today for a better tomorrow
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Hey! blow the horns on ‘em
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The sun is out, it’s a brand new day and it just dawned on ‘em
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The smoke in here got ‘em floating just like in salt water
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And break is fast, we got it cooking just like a short order
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Feed the hands with the birds cover the cheetah print
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A jungle out there and the jail is the zoo to keep us in
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Players in gators is crazy, we feel the need to rock ‘em
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Furs coming in all different colors like Peter got ‘em
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Killing yourself for a salary
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Look ya line flatter than stomachs of the women that’s running, watching them calories
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Hope that we linking, we smoking and drinking casually
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Cause life without living ain’t nothing but a fallacy
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Pop a bottle and celebrate
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We made it to a new day
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Pop a bottle and celebrate
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We done made it to a new day
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Oh I take a hit and just elevate
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‘Cause today will be a good day
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I got my mind right money right, ready for war
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Workin’ hard today for a better tomorrow
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Hey, I Say, who’s that peekin’ in my window?
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Is that sunshine? Is that one time?
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Let that sun shine through my living room
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Hospitality is what I’m giving you
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Harsh reality is what I’ve been through
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But I’m not alone, ask her and him too
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And they shall tell ya, ain’t nothin’ better
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Than the smell of a new day
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And I know the ocean runs dry and the sky gets dark
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And ya don’t see what He’s trying to show ya
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And I know the wall may seem tall
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But if we help each other I guarantee we get over
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And once I’m over, I’ll reach back for my brother
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And pull him over as well
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Keep our heads high and our noses wide open
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Hopin’ for that new day smell
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Love live life
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Pop a bottle and celebrate
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We made it to a new day
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Pop a bottle and celebrate
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We done made it to a new day
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Oh I take a hit and just elevate
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‘Cause today will be a good day
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I got my mind right money right, ready for war
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Workin’ hard today for a better tomorrow
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Yea homie, I been away since I was 16
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To tell ‘em what I’m ’bout to tell ‘em
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So I need more than a 16
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See I’m the only son of Mary and Joe
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So I gotta fulfill my purpose ‘fore I’m buried, ya know
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My momma say she having visions of me being a missionary
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And the hood looking at me as a walking visionary
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So I sit back and wonder will I ever have my time to shine
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And die like Pac in his prime
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Or will I go out like Len Bias and OD before the tryouts
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No tell a reaper, no buyout
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I’m good, I pray for a head to protection
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And I gotta walk the streets with the heat as my protection
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Still gotta watch my back, still watch my front home
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Cause I seen a lot of niggas die with they gun on
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So with that in mind, I just get higher
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And pray to the higher Messiah, I’m no liar
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And they say that puffing the fire fucks with your memory
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But I got a lot of stuff that I don’t wan’ remember see
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Like when my homie Abbie died
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I like how I never seen a man cry ’til I seen Lance died
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Never seen my pops cry ’til I seen my Grams died
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And I’m here to tell him that I miss my Grams too
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And I wish I could hug her for mother’s day too
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And I feel the same way that you do
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But we gotta still move on so she can just smile down on us
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And I don’t want the Lord to ever frown down on us
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I know that they really got power in a gun
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But I also know that they got power in a tongue
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So every time I speak, look I try to speak life
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Y’all tweaking for broads, I tweak life
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They said I was s’posed to die as a fetus
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My momma said I bind that Devil in the name of Jesus
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So now I’m here just to talk to y’all
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Come and stroll with me homie, let me walk wit’ y’all
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Ten million ways to die so I chose
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To get my life right by the end of the road
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| ‘Fore my body in a casket and I |
