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[Intro] |
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And another one, and another one |
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It's so gorgeous |
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It's another beautiful day in North Carolina, y'all |
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Y'all should really be here to see it |
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You know'm sayin'? |
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The beats is pumpin' out the system |
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Big door's on the couch drinking ginger ale |
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Big Pooh is in the building |
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[Rapper Big Pooh] |
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Open my eyes to a new day, spreading my wings |
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Taking shots of the Crown cause I'm going through things |
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Everybody got they hands out looking for green |
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Coattails getting heavy cause I'm living my dream |
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I'm trying to school these young niggas it ain't all what it seems |
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I still struggle just like you, and I still hustle just like you |
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But it just so happens that Big Pooh doing what he love to do |
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Get back to my work, cause I was penning on this piece last night |
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That'll drive these niggas berserk |
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Tiggalo hit me up, Pooh it's time to murk |
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Throw on a pair of sweats, A1's, a white shirt |
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Headed back to the shop, back to the spot where the hits keep coming |
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Stack them up like bricks, you can call me the mason of shit |
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Foundation has been rock solid no replacing, ya dig? |
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No replacing my nig, on everything that I live |
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We gonna let this bitch ride to our trains collide |
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Or we fall off track, and ain't no bringing me back |
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And everything that go for you the same applies to Pat |
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[Hook] |
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Cause even though the birds ain't singin' and the sun ain't shinin' |
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It looks like a beautiful morning |
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[Phonte] |
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Each day's another chance to do the things I could've |
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Done the day before, but I didn't and I known I should've |
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So I say a prayer for the gone for gooders |
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Who left this world, then kiss my girl "good mornin', suga" |
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Another sunrise, and as much as I would love |
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To roll over on you I cannot do it because |
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The good Lord I prayed to him |
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And he said, "Niggas is listening now" |
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So I better have something to say to 'em |
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So I'mma tell 'em how it went down, man |
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Doin' shows for free goin' outta town, man |
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The way I almost broke down and, got a 9 to 5 |
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Cause I had more press than SoundScans |
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This is the price that I pay for this music |
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And every word that I write is a testament to it |
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And if I had to go back, I wouldn't change a thing |
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Wouldn't re-cut it, re-edit, or change a frame |
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Cause it would not be fair, to turn my back on the struggle |
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When that exact same hustle got me here |
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Told niggas from the getup, we Three the Hard Way |
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And Broadway's the only place you'll ever throw a set up |
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Speechless is what you'd be if we ever met up |
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I survived far too much now to ever let up, mother****er |
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[Hook] |
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Cause even though the birds ain't singin' and the sun ain't shinin' |
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It looks like a beautiful morning |
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I went from niggas tellin' me I really shouldn't rhyme |
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To droppin' a cla- |
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Ay, hol' up man, hol' up, ayo |
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Ayo, Imma do it over, hol' on |
