(Verse)
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I’mma make ya pay now man
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Then I guess it’s time now fam
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What I gotta say I ain’t getting paid
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‘Cause I’ll never play my man
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I ain’t really big like that
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Why I’ve gotta tweek about that
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I am really sorry with that
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So I guess I better face these facts
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Make ‘cause I’m keen to all doin shows,
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Getting flows, blazing drow
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I don’t know where to go, it’s a joke
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I’mma go back to the dreams
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Fuck going back to the streets
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Fuck knows how it happens for me
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That’s just how it happens to be
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I’m a man with two kids now
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Remember when I just had one
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It was at a time when I used to rhyme and it just felt like fun
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That’s it, maybe I’m done
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This rap shit’s taking too long
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The fact is I’m established and I’m brassic with no one
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This is my last roll of the dice
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Holding the mic, holding it right
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Now it’s roomed tuned in my wise I wanna be home holding my wife
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Raising my kids, days in the piff
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Owning a crib, making it fit
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My own throne, do we need a king?
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I home grown all this within
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(Chorus)
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About time to face time
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I already tried it like this
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I already seen that
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My eyes, I’m throwin the new dice
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I ride waves to new shores
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But too much water to ignore
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Like pythons I make it by
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Everybody up all night
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Everybody’s got their own kind
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We don’t know jahry
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‘Cause the hustle feels like a long time
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Feels like I’m just living to die
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(Verse)
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I’m just tryna right my wrongs
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That’s why I written this song
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I know I fucked up, it was tough luck
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Nobody’s perfect blood
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I’m still here stuck in the mud
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Stuck in the raw, brank with the job
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Fans be showing me love
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But they love ain’t nearly enough
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Lean in the club, each wanna fuck
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On stage, they think I’m a star
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I ain’t written no bars in a while
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How long did you think it would last?
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My past, got my fork in the low
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I don’t think I can walk it alone
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I don’t know if I’m holding my own
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I ain’t got no shows of my own
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I’ve gotta stop pride and believe
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There’s a very big price to be paid
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Fuck what you think, I ain’t a quit
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So I’mma stay and hide in the way
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Damn what, what can I say?
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I know you heard it ill before
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The dude with the zoo rings
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And as you say nothing new I’m bored
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The outside fuckin in this
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The same as the inside lookin out
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In the world I’ve seen everyone
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But then I ain’t really been selling now
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What the fuck was that going about?
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I can’t keep what you’re coming out
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I’m taking too long, every new song sounding like one I did before
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Man I need a fuckin miracle
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Many men be sending me beats
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Telling me I’m long in-betweens
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It’s not like they paying me peas
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I don’t really do make believe
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I ain’t really been chuttin breeze
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This time I want to achieve
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Now I found a way to succeed
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(Chorus)
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About time to face time
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I already tried it like this
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I already seen that
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My eyes, I’m throwin the new dice
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I ride waves to new shores
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But too much water to ignore
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Like pythons I make it by
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Everybody up all night
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Everybody’s got their own kind
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We don’t know jahry
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‘Cause the hustle feels like a long time
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Feels like I’m just living to die
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Living To Die
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| Micall Parknsun |
