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Feeling like a king, rolling on that new |
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Porsche Hand on the steering wheel, drowning in my own thoughts |
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Photos in my mind, pictures of my dead friends |
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Thinking bout the time when we was just some kids |
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Then caught up in the life, we was far from innocent |
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Many different nights, and life could have been the end |
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Take a deep breath and inhale all the fresh air |
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Think about life it's a blessing just to be here |
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Phone calls for my dogs that's behind bars |
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Trying to keep hope, 20 years to the parole board |
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God damn, repercussions of the game |
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You go from a bench to a number and a name |
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A big homie wrote me a [?] 5 years of balling they worth to a life |
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So never give up only losers don't try |
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Don't look back thank |
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God that you're alive |
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My hat real low, money on my mind |
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Dance till 7 got a model in my ride |
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I got homies in the pen, homies in the sky |
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Think about the drama in my life that |
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I survived |
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I'm just glad to be alive, glad to be alive |
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Pop another bottle, we gonna celebrate tonight |
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I'm just glad to be alive, glad to be alive |
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Fuck what you saying |
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I'm just glad to be alive |
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Glad to be breathing, enjoying my freedom |
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Hugging my son, me telling him |
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I need him |
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Looking in his eyes while |
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I try to blend his future |
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Praying that he never does the things that |
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I used to |
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He won't be no dope boy, not a gun clapper |
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He won't go to jail he'll be better than a rapper |
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Many tears lost on my home boys caskets |
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Fatherless sons in this world young bastards |
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Holding on my champagne bottle as |
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I think back, hustling |
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In and out of town man |
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I did that |
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Picture me sitting in the cell through the night |
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On the floor quiet sharpening my knife |
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Product of a violent neighborhood and a ghetto |
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Got above the street but it seems |
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I can't let go |
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Many different times that |
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I could have been gone |
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But I got a chance, to really live on |
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My hat real low, money on my mind |
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Dance till 7 got a model in my ride |
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I got homies in the pen, homies in the sky |
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Think about the drama in my life that |
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I survived |
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I'm just glad to be alive, glad to be alive |
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Pop another bottle, we gonna celebrate tonight |
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I'm just glad to be alive, glad to be alive |
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Fuck what you saying |
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I'm just glad to be alive |
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Yeah, I survived drugs, |
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I survived beats |
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I survived shoot outs in the middle of the street |
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I watched thug niggas go to jail and turn sweet |
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I watched friends die told my son that they was sleep |
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Feels like we in up in the grave or in the feds |
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Praying 80 [?] |
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Could have been laid on the ground but now it's dead |
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But it wasn't in the plan, it was meant for me to live |
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My hat real low, money on my mind |
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Dance till 7 got a model in my ride |
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I got homies in the pen, homies in the sky |
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Think about the drama in my life that |
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I survived |
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I'm just glad to be alive, glad to be alive |
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Pop another bottle, we gonna celebrate tonight |
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I'm just glad to be alive, glad to be alive |
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Fuck what you saying |
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I'm just glad to be alive. |