Aha, just let the pain out
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Uh, baby
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When I'm in it she screams my name out
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TROY AVE
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1 2, 1 2
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Yeah bitch shit,
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Brother, relax
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I got his burning desire to be better than most
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Probably the main reason I'm only come up like smokes
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See me in magazines, model and flicking with smoke
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But I keep the magazine, confusing that pretty G in your smoke
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I'm not the one to provoke, I don't make sense, I just reach
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Cause giving the word 'bout my moms,
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Still I took to the streets,
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With heart beats get your hand, the main focus is balling
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How many gamble with life and every time I was owning
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My style was never determined by my .. and source
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Fly since dollar wise, we catch up with high source
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I used to cut my wings up then I f*ck my dreams up
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And when I feel ?? still cutting wing cup
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Bird ass nigga you know relation
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I cannot in the city you ever .. taking
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Unless can teams playing, you're my .. call about the bum
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But you ain't really mean it, you just mad, cause you drop forty on Brooklyn I've seen it
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I felt the same way inside got about my feelings,
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You had this slang yey, don't sleep .. when the lose still struggle
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Making love on use the office is still at the bunch
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.. for my hustle, I could f*ck this
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Just let the pain out
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When I'm in it, she screams my name out
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TROY AVE
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Yeah this beat shit, brother
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Ayo, this my New York life,
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Forget the money underneath the city lights
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I put food on that table, every mother*cking night
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They say you're living fast you picture die slow
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It don't matter where you get it in, bop like casco
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Ain't taking no losses, I creep on them blocks slow,
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Every type of certain movement, I'm letting the shot gun
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At this fake real niggas I don't play it fair,
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Cause they been near since before I have .. here
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I ride through and all I get is .. stares, let a nigga try
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He gonna have to get his face with him, yeah
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That's how a nigga want it, ask me where I was looking like
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I'll tell you I can't call you, no I ain't living right
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So I say my prays at morning, they get goal for this fly shit and nigga being ..
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End it for the morning, suck it free and stayin humble,
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Why we're in this .. jungle, word up.
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Just let the pain out
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When I'm in it, she screams my name out
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Be us be reckless, the future is here
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Beat nigga I'm spitting .. in your ear
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You could verify with my rats, get stacking be clear
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If only .. cracks hell yeah
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Don't forgive about my women, they all find it on that
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I only drink Chris style, for imperial wet,
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No more freak ass hoes, that's why the game is too sweet
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We don't .. that close, we don't do sounds beats
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That ain't New York, I restore .. cause dick riding never been a form of transportation
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That ain't New York, I restore our identification,
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Cause dick riding never been a form of transportation
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Mother*ckers.
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Cigar Smoke
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