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(*Prod. by J.Cole) |
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Yeah!* |
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***** my passion, never been a fan of fla*****ng |
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Probably cause I never could so if I had it, never would. |
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Then I got my first little taste of paper, and I splurged |
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I guess it's just the ***** urge, this is the Boondocks |
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I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley |
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Thursday I be trynna save the world, then on Friday I hit the club |
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Hoping that my ***** get rubbed by some fat asses |
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*****s get to scraping then you hear the gats blasting Damn!, older *****s ain't got no problems with me |
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My momma told me to speak like you got a college degree |
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You see I can, but I won't |
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Plus I'm saying what I won't |
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Plus this slang that I speak don't change that I'm deep |
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That's the throat, on a certified freak, while she choke? |
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As we headed to the crib, yes I let her give me head so she won't remember where I live |
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My game is tight, baby no need to bring pajamas, you ain't staying the night |
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No disrespect, I just say it polite |
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I drop her off before I sleep, I be praying for life |
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Like Hov said it Can I Live? |
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Aye dear Lord, Can I live? -Hey! |
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Now am I Living to get paid just slaves for a wage (all week) |
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I can't do no 9 to 5 told my momma (sorry) |
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I can't do no suit and tie, no I want the (glory) |
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If you knew me know my life is like a movie starring me |
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Pardon me, if it seems that I'm following my dreams |
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I ain't reading off the script that they picked (for me) |
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I ain't pissed, naw could'ntgive a *****t (hardly) |
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I be *****tting on them *****s that was *****tting on me |
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Will I live or will I die before they get to know me |
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If I go I know the ones that's pouring liquor for me |
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And I know the fake *****s really hating on me |
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Knew that I was bout to blow so they was waiting on me |
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But Oh-No, Lord |
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See I'm smarter then they know-oh-oh |
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So hold on, Lord, Cause I ain't quite ready to go-oh oh |
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Can I live |
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-Somebody told me that it's only one shot, so I'll be God damn, If I'm ever gonna stop |
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Promise to my momma I'm a make it to the top |
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So I'm a keep climbing to my heartbeat drop |
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Like the phone when she heard the news |
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Her sister on the other line talking to her shoes |
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The only son, what a thing to lose |
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More blacks singing more blues |
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More *****s pouring more brews |
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Poor dude he was young like 21, strait up out that city that I'm from |
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A real smart *****, but his *****s they was dumb |
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He ain't even get a chance to run |
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Before it landed in his lung |
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God, breath *****. |
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His partner screaming Don't you *** leave *****! |
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Took off his *****rt trynna stop the bleeding *****, Don't you go! |
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But his life fading slow |
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Did I tell my mom I love her, do she know? |
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Did I tell my baby sorry from befo |
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Won't get to see my son grow |
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Lord I ain't ready to go |
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Can I live? Can I live? Dear Lord, Can I live? |
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Can I live? Yea |
