| Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
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| Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
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| And I say, every day I wake up with my mind on this money
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| Promise, when I get it, can’t nobody take it from me
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| Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude
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| Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules
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| On my momma, all I know 'bout is these drugs
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| When she at work, and I’m right outside with them thugs
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| Yeah, I got friends, some of 'em blue, some of 'em Bloods
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| So I’ma pick up on the flag just because
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| Imagine what it’s like to wake up every day and know you don’t belong
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| Peer pressure got me ridin', got me on the tag-along
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| Fuck these hoes and get this money, that’s the only theme song
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| Even if I don’t agree, I know it’s bool to play along
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| I can’t go out like no bitch, I’m not no punk, I’m no peon
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| I’m no gangsta, I’m no dealer, but my niggas put me on
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| What I really got to lose when I go home and lights ain’t on?
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| For some money, I’ll finesse you, don’t push me, might crack your dome
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| (Uh)
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| All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right
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| (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
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| That muhfucka too hard (Yeah, said)
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| All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right
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| (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
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| And I say, every day I wake up with my mind on this money
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| Promise, when I get it, can’t nobody take it from me
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| Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude
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| Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules
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| Yeah, double life shawty, I know that I’m wrong
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| I know I can’t put none of this bullshit in my songs
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| I repent to God and ask Him, please, to write my wrongs, hol' up
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| Here go the work hittin' my phone, hittin' my phone, yeah
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| I don’t wanna live like this
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| Momma raised me better, yeah, guilt trip like this
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| How did it get like this?
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| Pray to God, hope He forgive this shit
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| Wanna run away right now
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| Out of the city, I wanna forget this shit
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| Runnin' away from a early death
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| Knowin' that I can outlive this shit
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| I don’t wanna live like this
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| Momma raised me better, yeah, guilt trip like this
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| How did it get like this?
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| Pray to God, hope He forgive this shit
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| I wanna run away right now
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| Out of the city, I wanna forget this shit
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| Runnin' away from a early death
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| Knowin' that I can outlive this shit
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| (Uh)
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| All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right
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| (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
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| Like I just muhfuckin' said, that muhfucka too hard (Yeah, said)
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| All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right
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| (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
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| And I said, every day I wake up with my mind on this money
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| Promise, when I get it, can’t nobody take it from me
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| Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude
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| Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules
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| Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules
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| Never had no pet, but I got dog… |