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I thank God everyday for pavin' the way' |
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Cause he made me what |
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I am today |
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A young entrepreneur with amazin' talent |
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In order to be the best you must take the challenge |
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I'm tryin' a be number one 'cause number two don't matter |
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People try to pull you down when you climb the ladder |
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Niggaz hate to see you up but they love it when you down |
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That's why |
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I'm always quiet when |
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I come around' |
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Cause talk is cheap, that's why |
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I rapI'm gettin' |
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NBA money with no salary cap |
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Momma, it feel good puttin' money in your mailbox |
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This for my niggaz locked up in the cell blocks |
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Sun don't shine |
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That's why |
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I spit these rhymes |
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To ease my mind |
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For real, |
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I gotta get away |
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Sun don't shine |
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That's why |
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I spit these rhymes |
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To ease my mind |
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For real, |
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I gotta get away |
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In life, you go through joy and pain |
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And when somebody close die, it give you a migraine |
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And a whole lot a stress, a whole lot a tears |
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Days turn into nights, nights turn into years |
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I'm not happy here, |
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I want another atmosphere |
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I gotta get away, just to get my mind clear |
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That's why |
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I smoke so much, 'cause it relieve my stress |
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Just imagine, everyday |
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I gotta wear my vest |
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I gotta watch my back 'cause niggaz plottin' a jack |
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When you see these movin' like crack, you feel that |
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And to my niggaz in jail, you better keep your head up |
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And to my niggaz in the hood, keep your bread up |
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But the sun don't shine |
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That's why |
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I spit these rhymes |
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To ease my mind |
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For real, |
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I gotta get away |
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Sun don't shine |
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That's why |
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I spit these rhymes |
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To ease my mind |
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For real, |
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I gotta get away |
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If I died today, shit, |
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I lived my life |
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And if I could do it again, |
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I'd do it twice |
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No mo' movin' white or shootin' dice |
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Or creepin' late night tryin' a screw your wife' |
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Cause I'm a changed man, with the heart of a lion |
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Even if I was a midget, |
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I'd fight a giant |
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I never give up, |
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I'm from the home of the |
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BravesI'm still ballin' like |
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Pac, from the cradle to the grave |
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But the sun don't shine |
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That's why, |
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I spit these rhymes |
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To ease my mind |
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For real, |
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I gotta get away |
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But the sun don't shine |
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That's why, |
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I spit these rhymes |
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To ease my mind |
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For real, |
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I gotta get away |
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Sun don't shine |
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That's why, |
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I spit these rhymes |
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To ease my mind |
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For real, |
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I gotta get away |
