| Uh… shit from my gas
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| Seperating ourselves from our past
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| Perfectin' our roll over the yams
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| That’s why, we here
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| Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
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| Pacin' around the villa in some Supreme slippers
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| On the phone with my lawyer talkin' about six figures
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| Don’t mistake the enigma, boy I’m a street nigga
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| Just educated, so these people like to deal with us
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| Infatuated with laws, checks, and money rolls
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| Without mistaking, we blow it because it comes and go
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| I got her waitin', she open, she’s trying to come and go
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| You probably think she a hoe, but she out a centerfold
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| Say this the life of a don
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| Keep the baddest queen up under my arm
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| Because a king shall fuck on a pawn
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| Say its chess not checkers, baby
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| God in these streets, these other niggas reverends, baby
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| Ain’t shit changed, yeah I’m still off 7th baby
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| Swervin' and swervin', pushin' a 6
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| Had my pops sick when I went spent 80 on this
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| He said I ain’t learned shit when he was movin' these bricks
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| I said only if he knew how much money I’m gettin', nigga
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| Yeah
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| But everybody knows (because everybody knows)
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| Everybody knows, and I’m fine without you
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| People come and go, but everybody knows
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| That I’m fine without you
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| [Verse 2: Curren$y)
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| Yeah
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| Shiftin' gears
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| Seperatin' ourselves from our peers
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| Perfectin' our roles over the years
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| This is why we here, still, with so
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| Many people ended up lost
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| And fell off, but I remain
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| A boss at all cost
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| Depositin' more cake in the vault
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| Crazy pay from the verbal assault
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| Made me a star, bought my daddy a car
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| Diamond pieces for my niece
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| My niggas ask for guns and keys
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| Some of my niggas just want degrees
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| Help out all my dawgs
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| I don’t think none of them wrong
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| Kick it with the livin', the dead ones live on
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| Through the songs
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| See their face in smoke traces from the bong
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| Shit so serious, man, project window, box fan
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| To the air conditioned Rolls Royce sedan
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| Was the plan, nigga
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| Yeah
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| But everybody knows (because everybody knows)
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| Everybody knows, and I’m fine without you
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| People come and go, but everybody knows
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| That I’m fine without you |