(Intro)
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Yea
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True story
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Real life
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Uh
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Bout this life
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Bout this life
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Bout this life
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Uh
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Yea, yea
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m not a king, bitch I¡¯m a villain
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Real busy nigga from my appealin
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I told my homies let me lead the way
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I pray to God I see another day
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I¡¯m 23 and born like 23
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In every other month I make like 10 at least
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Spend this my receipts, tell it fell deep
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Recent line at least with my dinner sweet
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Fuck a thousand dollars I spend that on snitch
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Fuck a thousand dollars I spend that on drinks
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These niggas never felt no hunger peedy
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I used to steal food to fill my dinner plate
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Where I¡¯m from people dyin every day
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Doin what they can, they try to make a way
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Where I¡¯m from people dyin every day
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Doin what they can, they try to make a way
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Bout this life
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Bout this life
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Now let us pray
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Uh
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Now let us pray
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Uh uh
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Said bout here life
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Let us pray
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Father God, let us see another day
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Now bout this life
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Let us pray
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Father God, let us see another day
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(Verse)
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I could go a whole lifetime without yo co-sign uh
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Cuz I write dope lines
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Dopper than coke lines
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I¡¯ve been here for the whole time
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I ain¡¯t never had no time to sit
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So homie, it¡¯s go time
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And I can¡¯t make no promises
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¡®Cause it¡¯s all about the almighty dollar
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Came from the land of the lost and forgotten
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Drink to niggas that be started from the bottom
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But you dig a little deeper, in the spot the way you found us
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Bottles in the club and see me steady grindin
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Came up from the bottom of the bottom tryna come up
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Young king, I don¡¯t want my head cut off
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People like Frany when the brake let off
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Placin my vote that I never turned as you know
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Touch a black op pop some adivle ladible
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Price of success to my homies I never thought Tricy was truly a matter of fact
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Stuntin them racks, hopin off stages across the globe
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Learning bout things only God should know
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Steadily stackin my broccoli though, watch me though
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Pimp shit on these niggas
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Too dumb all these hoes
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Stackin up my bills
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Countin all this dough
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And these things that came from rap
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You better get that through your skull
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I¡¯mma eat until I¡¯m full, I¡¯m shinin on you, never dull it aye
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Bout here really
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Bout here really
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Now let us pray
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Now let us pray
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Bout here really
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Bout here really
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Let us pray, let us pray
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Father God, let me see another day
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Bout here really
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Bout here really
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Let us pray, let us pray
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Father God, let me see another day
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Have mercy on my soul
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But really I¡¯ll turn up
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Have mercy on my soul
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Father God
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Iamsu! |