Mountain high and valley low and river wind and tunnel deep
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I have traveled chasing demons screaming, 'All I find, I keep!'
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If you don't pay like you lay alright, ok, that's fine with me
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I'mma just spray my heat and say my piece and lay you down to sleep
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Ain't nobody tell you clowns to speak
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I'mma AK you down the street
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Draw that bump that's built for the riots, see how quiet y'all can keep
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Ain't no wilding, it ain't no problem
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It ain't no question, it ain't no beef
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Cut that check then things are sweet
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I'mma go buy some diamond teeth
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I'll be damned if my setback gonna help you get back on your feet
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No surrender, no retreat
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Nigga, we out here trying to eat
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Hashtag diamond dog tag
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Money bag, nice swag, pockets need an ice bag
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Toe tag, body bag
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Niggas lose their lives, sad
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Rockets in their flight path
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Breaking bad, making bad
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Choices out here thinking fast
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Smoking wet and drinking bad
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Soaking wet and sinking fast
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Shoot them niggas making cash
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Stick them niggas, take their stash
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The law of gravity meets the law of averages
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Ain't no sense in attempting to civilize savages
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Even though I wish I could be spared my embarrassment
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I'm a nigga, other niggas pale in comparison
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We out in Paris yet but still a nigga perishing
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No idea how much time's left, fuck trying to cherish it
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A life in times unchecked, now that's American
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Inherit the wind, pressure in everything
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The world ain't ready for someone like me
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And life is sex, stress, drama, and I'm hooking out 3
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I'd rather O.D. than be the next OG
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Than fronting for a whore that already chose me
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One man revolution that's supporting prostitution
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I'm trying pimp the game where balling don't mean hooping
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And riding don't mean cruising
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It mean keep your bitch-ass moving
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If you ain't built for bruising, redrum ain't in your blueprint
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In a jungle made of concrete every animal Jumanji
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On Easy-E and PCP, ass-cash or EBT
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How you monetize pigeons on a power line
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On a road to the riches every dude's a dollar sign
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I don't mind, I don't mind, long as all the smoke is mine
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And the liquor store delivers faster than a Papa Johns
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And I heard that death's calling, money's on the other line
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The last episode of Good Times is my life
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It's a phrase they say in the streets when the young players meet:
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Get rich or die trying
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But the funny thing about that phrase to me
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Is that these little niggas be lying
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'Cause don't nobody wanna die
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But everybody trying to get rich, though
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But the fucked thing about that
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These lil' niggas don't know how to get rich so
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I still run with those angels
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Man, I still peep all those angles
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Speaking with guns, sticking in tongues
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Talking that Arabic and that Yiddish
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Riding them trains, stashing them chains, bangles
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Yeah, I played all those games, though
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My tag on the wall, you niggas look up
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You can still see my name, yo
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How did I end up where I'm at?
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It's kind of hard to explain, yo
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I remember all I wanted was a gold chain and a Kangol
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I remember all I wanted was a gold chain and some Jordans, too
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Crossed that bitch, then I got that bitch
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Now all I want from her's an abortion
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My mind filled with distortion
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My eyelids say caution
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Yeah, I sold crack to get my soul back
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They say it's gonna cost a fortune
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And I wonder if Allah take debit?
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'Cause a nigga got real bad credit
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If not, I ain't got a whole lot so a nigga like me just can forget it
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The Dark
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