[Hook]
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Nickels and dimes
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Sticks to my mind
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I'll never win
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You have my friends
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[Verse 1]
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Got a thing for nickel plated nines and pretty dimes
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Mac-11 I squeeze like lemon limes
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Squirt obey your thirst, fashion lines
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Between beauty and beast, I walk the line
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Johnny Cash, I'm a real G
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I cut my self today to see if I still bleed
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Success is so sublime
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Gotta do that time to time so I don't lose my mind
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Something 'bout the struggle so divine
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This sort of love is hard to define
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When you scratching for every nickel and dime
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Got me itching to do this shit for my mom
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Do this shit for my town
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Leave the door open hoping they kick it down
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The purist form of giving is anonymous to anonymous
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We gonna make it there, I promise this
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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Sometimes I feel survivor's guilt
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I gave some money to this guy, he got high as hell
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Now I'm part of the problem far as I could tell
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Did I do it for him or do it for myself
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Can't lie to myself
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I love my niggas more than my own blood
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I die for my niggas and I love my cub, hope that's not fucked up
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I got a problem with the handouts, I took the man route
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I'll give an opportunity though, that's the plan now
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No guilt in giving clear a nigga conscience out
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No guilt in receiving, every thing within reason
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Can't see it taking food out my little monster's mouth
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That will drive me gaga
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Run up in your momma's house, two nickels, one dime
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Manslaughter charges, the lawyer, knocked it down
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I'm just trying to find common ground
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'fore Mr. Belafonte come and chop a nigga down
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Mr. Day O, major fail
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Respect these youngins boy, it's my time now
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Hublot homie, two door homie
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You don't know all the shit I do for the homies
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Pardon my hubris, Stanley Kubrick
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With eyes wide shut, I could cook up two bricks
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Turn nickels to dime, turn dimes to quarters
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Turn wives from daughters, oh, I'm clear as water
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And just for clarity, my presence is charity
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My flow is a gift, philanthropist
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Everybody around me rich, or will be
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Baby boy I promise you this, or kill me
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And when a nigga go as the old adage go
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You die rich or you die a disgrace, so just let me grow
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Watch me cook, throw no looks
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Like Magic in his prime when Kareem sky hooked
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Y'all not worthy, sometimes I feel like
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Y'all don't deserve me, my flow unearthly
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The greatest form of giving is anonymous to anonymous
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So here y'all go, I promise this
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[Hook]
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Nickels And Dimes
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| Jay-Z |
