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I'm just tryna get my life right |
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Get it to go my way (go my way) |
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If ya ain't got pay |
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I'm just tryna get my life right |
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Top of the hill with my family |
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Cop a couple mil can't be mad at me |
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I'm just tryna get my life right |
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Don't wanna beef with ya |
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Get ya money let me eat with ya |
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I'm just tryna get my life right |
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Cause I gotta be the boss |
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Gotta get it no matter what the cost |
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Getcha life right |
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[Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko] |
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I ain't tryna be Bill Gates |
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I'm tryna be the nigga Bill Gates hates |
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Make no mistake 'bout it |
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I'm tryna make it where my son see anything he want on the Internet and PayPal it |
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I stay valid |
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There ain't nothin' you can say 'bout it |
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If ya hustle gimme enough greens to make salad |
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I gotta get my money and my life right |
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I push ya bucket as long as my momma and my wife right |
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Don't really want people to see me in the wrong light |
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And stop me from feedin' my son it's on nigga, on sight |
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Pass around that collection plate |
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The selection got me feelin' nigga rich but I'm Section 8 |
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Momma taught me how to behave |
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But aunt showed me how to **** weed in a microwave |
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So if you know me know I love you from a distance |
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My absence is all about business |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2: Skatterman] |
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Some people callin' my story an inspiration |
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Relatin' to the time I get if I skip this probation |
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Patiently waitin' for me to slip so they can can me |
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Off in a cell when I was just tryna feed my family |
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But I'm addicted to these streets and blocks |
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And this concrete is crucial, either ya eat or ya not |
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Plan on reachin' the top |
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Gotta be willin' to poke your shirt out |
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Stick with the truth if you's a griddin' pass the work out |
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How can I judge a man that life just left me |
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I'm blessed, knock on some wood |
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Slip through the ice like Gretzky |
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Every move I hope the vice don't catch me, I gotta try |
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I used to pick shoes baby momma for an alibi |
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Nigga had to switch it up |
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Rap game pickin' up |
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It's critical, tryna walk that line of cash residuals |
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I'm tryna make it to where my prophece is invisible |
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And if I fail, just call me pitiful |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3: Snug Brim] |
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I'm just tryna get my life right |
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The kids and the wife right |
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But still I'll bust a motha****in' head if the price right |
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Right or wrong |
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Homie I don't give a **** |
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As long as my son can get some [? ] for his Tonka truck |
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I'm bein' in it |
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Stuck in the game, dodgin' the [? ] cops |
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Been griddin', [? ] things when will they ****in' stop (****in' stop) |
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Paranoid, thinkin' who gon' blow the whistle on me |
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Change my daughter's diaper in the dope house with a pistol on me |
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I sold coke, sold crack, sold this, sold that |
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Pray to the Lord, but I won't never get my soul back |
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I used to get the powder, when I touched it it would turn to bricks |
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But lately everything my finger's touchin' seems to turn to shit |
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I go to church on Sunday cause I wanna be a good nigga |
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But I'm a product of my hood nigga |
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Plus I'm sick of being Strange Music's black sheep |
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But I don't wanna go back to them back streets |
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[Chorus] |
