[Verse 1: Berner]
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Yea I'm still the same dude that you met back then
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I got ma shit bustin hard and I don't act like them
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I let the candy paint drip like the cocaine sniff
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I'm dope and I don't know bout days like this
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I leave the house and pray to God that they don't raid my shit
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It's hard I spent my whole life taking risk
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Hit the mall spend a grip on a couple of fits
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New kicks and I know they don't hustle like this
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Big faces no twentys not even a fifthy
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So much money in my pocket that my jeans don't fit me
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Remember high school it was three for fifthy
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Not that OG but it was green and sticky
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I upgraded from yellow gold to platnium
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And lost alot of friends when I started rapping
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I never finished school I was caught in traffic
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No metal on me homie because my glock is plastic
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[Hook:]
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I was young I was gettin my cake thoe
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Now I'm out of state letting that weight go
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I pray for another day cause this life is rough
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I roll up and I light my blunt
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Yea I'm riding to that pac sippin leen and smokin
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All eyes on me picture me rollin
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Yea I pray for another day cause this life is rough
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I roll up and I light my blunt
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[Verse 2: Berner]
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I get letters from the pen they wana keep him in
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He caint wait to get out and play the streets again
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It gets hard out here in these streets were in
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It's dry I can't wait to eat again
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Fresh money brand new and crispy
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When I'm broke it feels like the whole worlds against me
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My baby mother still screaming in my face
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Calling me a loser cause I send things outa state
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I guess I'm just a drug dealer living day by day
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If you feel the same way and can't take a brake
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Then you feel my pain it's like I'm paralyzed
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Cause I'm stuck right here this is where I die
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Fuck a 9-5 I culdnt wear a tie and this kinda lifestyle makes my parents cry
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I got a kid know it's time to make a change
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When I open up that door I hear em' say my name
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[Hook:]
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I was young I was gettin my cake thoe
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Now I'm out of state letting that weight go
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I pray for another day cause this life is rough
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I roll up and I light my blunt
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Yea I'm riding to that pot sleekin leen and smokin
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All eyes on me picture me rollin
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Yea I pray for another day cause this life is rough
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I roll up and I light my blunt
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[Verse 3: The Jacka]
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Up early in the morning the sun ain't up yet
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Thinking about murder cause mayne I'm upset
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Erase another line off the plague watch the sun set
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Soon as you come out the house it's would be yo last breathe
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But you never came out the house so I'm out here
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Trying to pay bills in the drought gotta kill again
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Never leave the steel at the house never sleep again
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Cause I missed out on so much when I'm in my dreams
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So I'm out late on the fall trying to shake the being
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Niggas getting bread of course but it never seems
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To be enough I'm insane I be seeing stuff
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Ran for the petty club golds with my ones
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Look, I must be having fun but it's not a game two stepping with my gun
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Feelin like a king head hustlas like myself
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Tryna join the team sick I'm on the meth pushers then we split the cheese
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Another Day
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Berner |