| Stayin' alive sometimes hard work, today
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| You got a problem, go to God first and pray
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| That won’t He do it, it could always be worse
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| Every day a good day, when He above the dirt
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| Another day, another bill that I have to pay
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| The weed man said he was five minutes away
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| And that was yesterday
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| But it could always be worse
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| Every day a good day when He above the dirt
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| I had young thot givin' me top, sittin' in a hotbox
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| I was 14 years old workin' the Duwop
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| All eyes on me, nigga, thought I was 2Pac
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| Fucked the wrong young nigga' girl, I need two Glocks
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| Tryna' ride drop-top Ville, for the summertime
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| Young nigga put in work, I had a hundred grand
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| Lot of niggas pack up leave, streetlights on
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| Where the fuck was I gon' go? |
| I had no home
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| Asked my partner, «Can I come over? |
| Sleep on the sofa?»
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| Had to get out grandma crib, I’m no pushover
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| Treat a nigga like I’m a Orphan
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| Fussin and arguin
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| So I need everything that I own, don’t do no bargain
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| Jumped up out the porch, and fell in love with drugs
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| It was what it was, of course, I’m just a thug
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| Had to skip them boy’s and girls find me a plug
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| I want big ol' diamonds, and minks, all the allures
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| Stayin' alive sometimes hard work, today
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| You got a problem, go to God first and pray
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| That won’t He do it, it could always be worse
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| Every day a good day, when you above the dirt
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| Another day, another bill that I have to pay
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| The weed man said he was five minutes away
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| And that was yesterday
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| But it could always be worse
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| Every day a good day when you above the dirt
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| Remember that
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| Day for day, dealin' with struggles, I’m nothing new to
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| Prayin' I could see somethin' better, only a few do
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| Dreams of pullin' up something foreign, I’m in a Who Do
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| Solo on the block sweatin' bullets, it’s what I’m used to
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| Pride hit me, all in my feelings, lookin' at niggas win
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| «How the fuck the Truth gon' make it?»
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| I’m movin' 3 for 10's
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| Lookin' like I’m homeless and broke
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| I’m damn-near out of wind
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| Aggravated, caught me a robbery, headed to the pen
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| Feeling like my life hit bottom, it can’t go no less
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| Lost my re-up runnin' from laws, like, «What the fuck next?»
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| Trappin full-time with work, but ain’t got no checks
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| What the fuck do I got to show? |
| Other than more stress
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| Older brother stuck in a cell, tellin' me give 'em hell
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| He ain’t have the money for bail, I’m back to work the scale
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| Told me I should think about rappin'
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| I told him, «Time will tell»
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| For now lil bro was reppin' the block
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| So they would find the smell
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| Stayin' alive sometimes hard work, today
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| You got a problem, go to God first and pray
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| That won’t He do it, it could always be worse
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| Every day a good day, when He above the dirt
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| Another day, another bill that I have to pay
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| The weed man said he was five minutes away
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| And that was yesterday
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| But it could always be worse
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| Every day a good day when you He the dirt
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| Remember that |