| Life ain’t what you make it
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| If you can’t make it
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| Shake weightin' in the A.M.,
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| Wake up and smell the bacon
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| Is you reachin' for Satan?
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| Or is you ragin' for ya Savior?
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| Get dryed out Satan?
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| Or is ya gettin' saved by ya Savior?
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| I’m just posted for my propulsion
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| Mind mixed up in a commotion
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| Knew my time would come closer
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| Now the man has just spoken
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| Bitches say that they love me
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| I didn’t notice when I was broker
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| Said she been all to my shows
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| Didn’t notice when I was local
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| My vocals soulful, get your hoes' social
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| Remember when I was focused, hoping
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| Roach toastin', bunny ears pokin'
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| Kush Coma, now my pockets bulgin'
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| Know a lot, gotta lot to show you
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| So for now I got a clip for all you
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| Starin' hard, oh stop the hoein'
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| Flow hot like pots scoldin'
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| Now she wanna fuck, bitch you in luck 'cuz I got Trojans
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| If I lie I die, that’s my slogan
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| History, I rewrote it
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| Your bitch next, she done broke it
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| When she text him, she just sold it
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| Told her to send me a fuckin' photo
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| I instantly just hold her
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| Bodybuilder, looking like a boulder
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| Titties saggin, they look older
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| Ooh I gotta have it, Ooh I gotta have it
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| Ain’t satisfied till my pockets start saggin' |