| Thank God that we here again, you know
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| This the kinda shit that make you let it go
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| Livin' in a city where it’s hard to blow
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| But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it’s ours for sure
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| Now we got it (Got it) poppin' drop it, run it down
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| Now we got it (Got it) poppin', it’s the sound
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| Now we got it poppin', run it down
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| Now we got it poppin', it’s the sound
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| Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
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| La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
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| Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
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| La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
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| Yeah, what’s your life like?
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| I been on my lonely, tryna write, like
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| There ain’t no more days up in this life, like
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| She said, «Don't be stressin' in the limelight»
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| But get your mind right, ayy
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| Prayers up, for the most part
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| Ain’t no chillin' on the sofa
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| Head gone, head so far
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| In the clouds any minute now
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| I should get it now, I already told y’all
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| I been tired of the useless
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| I been tired of the usin'
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| I ain’t even talkin' loosely
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| A lot of shit don’t move me
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| N*ggas thinkin' it’s a movie
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| I just wanna make a move, see
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| 'Cause it gets like that when your chips ain’t stacked
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| And your money ain’t right and you wanna get high
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| With the mandem but you’re just wasting time
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| And I don’t wanna waste no time
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| I just wanna get my money
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| And I just wanna live my life
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| Ain’t nobody wanna ride
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| Ain’t nobody on my side (Woo)
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| Waste no time (Ain't no), ain’t nobody on time (Ayy)
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| Thank God that we here again, you know
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| This the kinda shit that make you let it go
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| Livin' in a city where it’s hard to blow
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| But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it’s ours for sure
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| Now we got it (Got it) poppin' drop it, run it down
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| Now we got it (Got it) poppin', it’s the sound
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| Now we got it poppin', run it down
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| Now we got it poppin', it’s the sound
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| Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
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| La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
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| Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
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| La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
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| Run it down
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| Take it a day at a time
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| Praying we all gonna shine
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| I seen the darkest of days
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| I need a spark and a change
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| You got me stuck in my ways
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| They pointing fingers to blame
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| Really, it’s one in the same thing
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| And I never wanna be famous
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| Something about it we crave
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| Something about what I make
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| I only feel when I’m down
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| I been around and back in the lab
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| I feel like I’m runnin' around
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| I need to be with the fam
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| I need to speak with my dad
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| Things on my mind
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| Thinkin' about everything that we had
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| Crusin' in the city, ride slow
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| Tryna clear my mind for the most
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| Okay, it’s alright, I hope
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| Only way I know is when I’m-
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| Thank God that we here again, you know
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| This the kinda shit that make you let it go
|
| Livin' in a city where it’s hard to blow
|
| But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it’s ours for sure
|
| Now we got it (Got it) poppin' drop it, run it down
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| Now we got it (Got it) poppin', it’s the sound
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| Now we got it poppin', run it down
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| Now we got it poppin', it’s the sound
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| Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Look
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| Feel like a million dollars, I’m tryna holler
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| Rememberin' the days when you said that I was a goner
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| I ain’t gonna lie, man it hit me, like real proper
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| Talkin' on the phone for some hours, I had to top up
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| Five day pass shit, oh what a blast
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| Them days used to be the good days with my dogs
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| Now I’m ATL chillin'
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| Look who’s back with a soul that’s different
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| I don’t need dead weight, show you what’s missin'
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| You are only messin' with the pictures, not Jason'
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| Funny how they treat you when your love is for the takin'
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| You got it wrong, go on, must have been mistakin'
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| I ain’t even hatin', really just jaded off the bullshit (Ayy)
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| New number, new phone, who this? |
| (Ahh)
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| I been tryna turn a new page
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| I been around the world, it felt great
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| My brother Yannick told me, «Keep it 25−8»
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| Fuck it, if they love you don’t worry 'bout the hate
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| Shit gets real when you start to make plays
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| And that’s just the way, and that’s just the wave
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| And that’s just the way it goes (Way it goes)
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| That’s just the way it goes (Way it goes)
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| Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
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| La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
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| I’m really in the cut, no shit (No shit)
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| I been workin' twenty-four seven, no flinch (No flinch)
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| Ride around the city, ghost ridin' the whip (Skrt)
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| Right now couldn’t give a fuck what it is
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| Right now I been hearin' all the same shit
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| Right now got me thinkin, «Is this really it?» |
| (Really)
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| Just a young black man tryna get in (Get it)
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| Tryna put the pieces to the puzzle, it’s a mix
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| Better cut the talkin', put the muzzle on it quick
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| Coz you realer than it is? |
| I ain’t gonna lie
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| We just tryna make a dime, are you down with the clique?
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| Do it for the 'Gram, right here, take a pic
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| N*ggas goin' ham for the ends where I live
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| Bitch, I come alive, how you think I made it here?
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| They wanna see you down, they don’t wanna see you clear
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| I come alive, how you think I made it here? |