| I’m blessed, some might say I’m lucky
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| I’m blessed, some might say I’m lucky
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| Every since huffy, pockets on husky
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| Shawty don’t trust me, I break hearts often
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| If you look at my pockets you a weight watcher
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| From a dishwasher to a kingpin
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| Remember how the scene end and how this thing is
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| Drugs backed in 'em mean them things in
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| Now it’s duffle bags full of green men
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| I swear I ain’t lying if my daddy hadn’t died
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| He’d tell ya I had em' hooked like Kareem did
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| Two kids later, I mature like fine wine in the basement
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| Vino, different kind of pinot
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| Tried to stack c-note after c-note
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| I’m tryna make it count like a free throw at the free throw
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| Line, it’s a thin one between
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| Getting high and committing crimes, let a nigga live
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| I’ve been locked up more rapping than I did tryna get a brick
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| (Fuck this shit)
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| I remember when I believed in me
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| What am I supposed to do?
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| Uh, now when the ones that didn’t see me
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| They want a verse or two
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| Shit, what am I supposed to do?
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| Put 'em in a fucking hearse or two
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| I’m the illest, I wrote that shit in cursive too
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| And I smoke just to ease the pain
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| So hungry I used to try to eat the rain
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| Well at least until the pizza came
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| Or at least until polices came
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| Undercovers outside my momma yard
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| And all the guns is in Kesha’s name
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| In Jesus’s name I pray
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| I say that a couple times a day
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| When it’s time to eat, when it’s time to lay
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| And when it’s daytime it ain’t my time of day, uh
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| I heard my little big cousin mad at me
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| I call him little big cause he younger than me
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| But he big, he was the high school team captain
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| Didn’t graduate but sometimes things happen
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| And whatever happen that was the worst day
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| And who know what was going on in the first place
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| I love and helped raise my nigga
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| This year forgot to call him on his birthday
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| It’s hard to explain my new lifestyle
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| A partner lockdown, got a phone and an iPod
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| He called to tell me happy new years
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| I had to tell him nigga, it’s March
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| We had similar stars, but I ain’t figured his part
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| They had dough and we didn’t
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| How did it dissolve, alka-seltzer
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| This is the outroduction
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| Niggas stab you in your back like acupuncture |