Who would have thought that painting pictures bout being broke
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Would get me rich just like dealing coke
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Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat
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I heard them guns outside my window, them gangsters would talk
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Thought about the life I wanted, picked up the pen and then wrote
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While they was firing, you could hear sirens
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From people dialing and women crying in the phone
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I was in the zone, trying to make a living
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Heading to work in the morning
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Nobody felt like I was mourning, as my dream was deceased
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Until I quit my job, then my work ethic increased
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Elevated to levels I ain't ever seen
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Stacking this cream, living the American dream now
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I'm going crazy, I ain't slept in days
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Dreaming of Michael Jordan money like I slept in J's
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Always shouting out my team 'cause I get all the plays
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But they the ones that motivate me on depressing days
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See I'm from Maryland where cats draw gats like animation
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From the smallest altercation, that can lead determination
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With a rapper on every corner, like the rest of the nation
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Passing bars back and forth like legal examinations
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As a youngin I was running wild
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Me and my homies skipping school, puffing on that loud
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Doing shit just to do it, cause we wasn't allowed
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I thought I understood the world, but I was still a child, yeah
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Now when my momma was at home drinking, thinking 'bout the bills
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I was dreaming bout the mills, running round looking for thrills
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I guess this is how it feels when your memory spills onto the page
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And paints a picture of another age
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Back in West Deer Park, chilling with shawties after dark
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Cause when the sun is down, the police always want us down
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Til we get older and hustle, now they tryna gun us down
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We just trying to make a living off of what we've been given
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Wassup
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[Hook]
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Walk on by
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Walk on by
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Walk on
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They call me Logic, yeah that's logic
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I ain't rucked up in them bitches, I just write bout shit I see
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Cause these lyrics set me free, fuck the world, let me be
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And when I feel like I can't write, that's when I hit the MPC
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My talent limitless, my time limited so listen up
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If you can't see the shit I see, you better get your vision up
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I'm the king, watch me reign, born to rule my domain
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Album ain't even in stores, they trynna sue me for my name
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Shit insane, so berserk, never complained, I just work
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Chasing after my dreams like them high school skirts
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Back as a youngin, spitting game, tryna get the nut in
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Living life to the fullest 'cause them little things ain't nothing
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My flow un-killable when I be murdering syllables
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But I take my time, slow it down, check the rhyme
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Perfectionist to the dime, from the womb to the tomb
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I be rapping til I'm dying, doing everything I love
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That's the life of a don, skipping school, sipping liquor
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Tryna get this money quicker, bad bitches, good weed
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That's the type of shit I need, lyrics bleed from my mind state
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Elevate my mind and watch it rise like the crime rate
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Cause sometimes I be high, and sometimes I be low
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And sometimes I do shit I thought I'd never do before
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My life is like a movie role that's starring me
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Got these women on me
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I hit the club with all my homies, and the drinks is on me
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At the crib with the shorty that I met at the spot
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Pretty eyes, nice lips, Grey Goose what she sips
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Put my hands on her hips, til she puts them on her tits
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Freak bitch, want the dick, biting on her finger tip
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I only fuck with nice girls, I never do this type of shit
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I'm thinking bout hitting it raw, shit I must be wiling out
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But that pussy wet as hell, I think it's time to end the drought
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Then I guess she could be burning, and that's not what I'm about
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So I dipped out, to live another day and die another night
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Cause when I'm gone that ain't gonn be the song that they recite
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Warrup.
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Walk On By
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| Logic |
