| Gather 'round, gather 'round;
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| Witness the memoirs of 5'9″, being read as he sees it fit
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| Police sirens behind him while he’s drivin'
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| Instantly causes butterflies in his stomach even though he’s legit
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| «Now brothers and sisters, they have not stopped»
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| «It's about to hit the fan—»
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| «What is it?»
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| «Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick»
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| Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic
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| I still write, like it’s my son was born Knight
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| I’m tired of swinging on these niggas, man, these niggas can’t even fight
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| I’m a casual sneaker head, I don’t need them bleeding on my Nikes
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| (Uh) Marshall said that I’d be a problem if I get my shit right
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| That «if» is probably the biggest «if» I ever live by
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| Which is why I’m known as a underachiever, I just skip by
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| I needed to be inebriated, to prevent me from getting shy
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| That’s better than getting shot, that’s a much more healthier ending
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| I’m running this race all by myself, my competition is in the «Selfie Olympics»
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| Coming back with a vengeance, in LV of vintage
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| Anybody got a problem with me winning this shit shall be offended
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| PRhyme, PRhyme, I’m in my permanent prime
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| The crown is on, that’s how you determine a don
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| PRhyme, PRhyme, I’m in my permanent prime
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| I ain’t never falling off
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| Then the car pulls up on the side of me
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| An attractive woman is in it eyeing me tryna get my attention
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| But I just play the victim like «What do you want from me?»
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| Then I pull off like ERR, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga…
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| You don’t know what it feels like to be tired of fucking these hoes
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| It’s just hard to stay alive these days
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| I can’t end up on no more collages on bitches' IG pages
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| They see these cars then they want to be reality TV stars
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| Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic
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| I still write like it’s my son was born Knight
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| I’m tired of cheating on my wife, man, these bitches just ain’t right
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| Can’t even kiss them in their mouths, too many dicks been in their diet
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| Me and Chris we veterans, but when youngins call you vet
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| You start to feel like Hardaway with that UTEP, two step
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| They come in the league like A. I with that they new look and that crossover
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| Move, and they make that old shit seem useless
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| But I’m balling, I can afford to hire somebody
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| To try to break all of their legs like Tonya Harding
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| Seem like they fans be like «fuck honesty»
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| My favorite rapper was signed to Duck Down, theirs signed to the Duck Dynasty
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| PRhyme, PRhyme, I’m in my permanent prime
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| The crown is on, that’s how you determine a don
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| PRhyme, PRhyme, I’m in my permanent prime
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| I ain’t never falling off
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| Make your money, my nigga, a’ight
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| (Get your money) But don’t let the shit make you, now deal with that
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| I lost a whole bunch of money chasing bitches
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| But I never lost no bitches chasing money, how real is that? |
| (Real talk)
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| Only time a woman made a man a millionaire
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| Was when that man was a former billionaire, how trill is that?
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| My nigga, get you a fly chick and a drop top
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| And when she piss you off, do me a favor
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| Hop in that bitch and peel it back, I already got one
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| All these bitches be doing is playing musical chairs
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| With different rappers' front seats without calling shotgun
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| Face it, you a ho, as God as my witness
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| That paper’s my litmus, I take it, then I dip with it
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| Then I wait for the result, and the verdict is in
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| Now that I’m sober niggas is saying it’s over
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| Couple of niggas had to off 'em, couple of bitches mad 'cause I’m off 'em
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| Either that, or they think that my life is so good, my nights be sunny
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| «Oh, he only been so quiet 'cause he been spending that 'Lighters' money»
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| Man, these people spend too much time predictin'
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| What’s on your mind up until the time you non-existent
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| In the midst of all my success and my failures I’m just out here struggling
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| Guess that’s what happens in rapping when you in your motherfucking prime
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| (prime) |