Wake up without care
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Let's go
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I'm living out my dreams, I went from rags to riches
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From the high style niggas and them blaze hating bitches
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To 'what up Tweezy F, what it is, how you living, doing fine'
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Wish I could ask the same but see the difference
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You niggas weak, just peasants beneath my feet
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Still wondering how the Twizzit turn the effort into a means
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How we turn that good girl into a freak
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How we turn that lil' house into a mansion, and that tool into a fleet
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Here beats, I know, y'all just caught it slow
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Learning shit as I go, rapping all on the road
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From the school of hard knocks to sex and rock and roll
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Got me doing hard drugs as far as nobody goes
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Popping pills in the morning, pills in the evening
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Niggas check my pulse just to see if I'm still breathing
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But the stress getting heavy on my shoulders, got me leaning
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First it started as a dream, now I just wish that I was dreaming
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Wake up!
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Smoke some
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Amsterdam
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| Lil Twist |
