| Just tryna stay alive on 75
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| With my Nina buckled up in the passenger side
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| Got a tank full of gas, in the ashtray
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| All the way to the A
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| Music turned up and I’m feeling my vibe
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| Blue lights shining bright, don’t blow my high
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| All this money on my mind, yeah, my mind’s on the money
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| From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, just tryna get paid
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| From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, all the way from the A
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| From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, just tryna get paid
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| From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, all the way from the A
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| (Correct)
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| On the wake up, I thank God with a smile
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| Then roll over and put my feet to the ground
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| Grab my lighter, put the flame to the mile
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| Get my zone then hit the shower
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| 'Gather up my manpower for this new day
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| Bape camo, sweats shattered backboards in the suitcase
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| The monte gat a tape deck, so I grab my two tapes
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| Eternal 99 and Southern payerlistic
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| It’s a playas ball, the Daytons crawl whenever I’m up in it
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| The leather weed scented, the wood shinin' like diamonds
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| This is actual life, this is more than just me rhymin'
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| My eyes set on the highest heights so
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| This is more than just me climbin'
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| I come from a climate of violence and drug sells
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| Where the community is divided by hatred and gun shells
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| No trippin' on the past, Gucci slides on the gas
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| Reflectin' on it all with my hands on the wheel
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| Just tryna stay alive on 75
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| With my Nina buckled up in the passenger side
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| Got a tank full of gas, in the ashtray
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| All the way to the A
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| Music turned up and I’m feeling my vibe
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| Blue lights shining bright, don’t blow my high
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| All this money on my mind, yeah, my mind’s on the money
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| From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, just tryna get paid
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| From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, all the way from the A
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| From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, just tryna get paid
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| From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, all the way from the A
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| My road to freedom on this interstate
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| Tryna ease my mental state
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| I sit alone in this glasshouse with four-door
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| Starin' at open road
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| Prayin' that this trip is everythin' that I’ve been hopin' for
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| My life has been on overload on all this stress, I can’t control
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| Sittin' and doin' the same things over is what I don’t condone
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| So I pick up and smash on before insanity latch on
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| I’m lookin' for good vibes like lavender rose stones
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| A rollin' stone who writes poems off experience
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| Shed off dead weight, the bad energy, don’t carry it
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| Count my blessings, stay humble and don’t ego trip
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| But never simp', keep the Eagle gripped
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| That’s my second amendment
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| The penmanship is authentic
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| That’s why they follow it
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| No matter where I relocate, they follow him
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| The pill of bein' a leader, had to swallow it
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| My life’s an institution, here’s your scholarship
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| Just tryna stay alive on 75
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| With my Nina buckled up in the passenger side
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| Got a tank full of gas, in the ashtray
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| All the way to the A
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| Music turned up and I’m feeling my vibe
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| Blue lights shining bright, don’t blow my high
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| All this money on my mind, yeah, my mind’s on the money
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| All the way to the A |