(Intro)
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There’s no lie, man I’m so high
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Gotta live life, cus the day you die
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No flashing lights, this life has a price
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And I’m feelin, I’m feelin
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(Verse)
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And man who can say one say I
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Won’t run the streets, I wouldn’t get high
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Not today and this a matter what the fuck shit man
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Nigga tryin me out with the hot shit man
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If you tryna get down, make a deal with the maker
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We'll show you firsthand how we deal with a hater
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Killers out there'll have to live with it later
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Shoot him in the head and deal with it later
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Man he’s made up, fit to them
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Guess I’m only waitin only I’mma get to them
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Hatin ass nigga don’t mention them
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But please don’t mention what we did to them
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Nigga you know how we do and we do all
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Step through, I put the fire, it’ll be more tall
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And like your life on the line whenever we talk
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If you say the wrong thing it could be yo loss
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I’mma do a kick play in a major way
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Nigga that’s real
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Smoke and think about how I’mma get paid today
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Won’t stop, can’t rest til I’m major paid
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If I die today then I die smiling
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Nigga, no lie
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Because I live every day of my life like a night life
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K so we good about it
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(Hook)
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I can feel on the tip of my fingers
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There’s no lie, man I’m so high
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I feel like I’ve been sleepin with angels
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Gotta live life, cus the day you die
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Every day the true become famous
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No flashing lights, this life has a price
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And I can feel on the tip of my fingers
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And I feel it, I feel it
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(Verse)
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Now I ain’t sayin that I’m famous but the streets feel like I made it
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Come to Alabama, where they treat me like I’m savin
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Bet my mama still on that same block
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Ridin round in that same car
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Getting harassed by the same cops
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Feeling like I’m bout the rain drops
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I mean haven’t got a pot to piss in til I got a pot to cool bricks in
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And I got a couple rich friends who feelin like I’m switching friends
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Boy a nigga say anything
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Niggas say a nigga changed
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Feel like a cartoon wardrobe, I swear to God I’m still the same
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Come on feel my pain, going through so much
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And while it's “fuck the fame”, shit, where's the love?
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I can't leave these streets – I can't lose my plug
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If rap don't work for me, I'm back to sellin' drugs.
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Havin hopes, cashin dubs
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Same will say, match it up
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Cus shit, I’m through to go back to that shit
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And while I’m getting tied to my niggas’ riches
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Money make it for better bitch
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I’m so close I can smell on my eyes and I see clearly
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(Hook)
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I can feel on the tip of my fingers
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There’s no lie, man I’m so high
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I feel like I’ve been sleepin with angels
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Gotta live life, cus the day you die
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Every day the true become famous
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No flashing lights, this life has a price
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And I can feel on the tip of my fingers
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And I feel it, I feel it
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Flying With Angels
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| T.I. |
