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A lot of shit been on my mind
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Somebody gotta hear me out
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All I see is signs that I need to take a different route
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I don't want to but If I leave now
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What I'm gon do?
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So I pour some wine
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This is something I'm a figure out
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[Verse 1:]
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Sitting up in my room me and my automatic
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I live in the fast lane but really I'm caught in traffic
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Mama I'm going crazy I hope that these walls is padded
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My girl just had an abortion I wish that she oughta had it
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But I'm addicted to women so should I call it a habit?
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That marijuana smoke call it my fabric
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You smell gas whenever my car passes
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My music all the way turned up like Roscoe Dash's
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I'm from the Clay that's where my Cash is
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I shoulda made A's in all my classes
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But I had that good from the Bay they bought it the fastest
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Got junkies through the roof that's why we call em addicts
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But I was Martin Luther King since a teen child
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Because I think quiet but I dream loud
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Speaking of loud that's what you smell in my green clouds
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But Kush ain't even cool no more they on that lean now
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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I'm back to selling dubs the size of teabags
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My partna asked me "how much you gonna charge for three bags?"
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He said "I know your number low" I told him "ain't no free sacks, I need $60"
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He said "Damn shawty I'll be back"
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Then I replied that I been going through the same thing that he has
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"True I got more fans than the average man but none of the loot done led me
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To the end of the week gotta live by the beat
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Like you live check to check you don't move yo feet then I don't eat
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So we like neck & neck" he said "we thought you was rich ever since you left the dec"
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I "I am nigga that's the catch!" relationships is worth more than you making chips
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But it's hard when these record labels try and rape your gift
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And the only time I'm selling out is if I'm making zip's
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But I keep bags like I'm finna take a trip
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So I will never bend like a paperclip
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Then he said "keep it real & say whatever's under your handkerchief"
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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I seen it all through my Ray Bans
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You niggas couldn't walk through the mall in my Space Jams
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Niggas praying on my downfall but when you done
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Make sure you say Amen, ran through like 8 grand in a days span
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I blue cheese cause I hate ranch
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Drew Brees never claimed to be a Saint man but I'm in great hands Allstate Stan
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Mama stay praying, Llama in the waistband my head spinning but I promise I don't break dance
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Hating niggas leaving comments on my page but I'm paralyzed cause
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Them the type of people I can't stand
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Friends'll burn & cross you like the K clan
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But I forgive em so when I see em we shake hands
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I just wish I had 10 percent of Ye fans
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And when I die they'll say "he was a great man"
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[Chorus]
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Hear Me Out
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CyHi Da Prynce |