| Dangers
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| Faded, all gone
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| You’ve been around
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| I let you walk on
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| Dangers
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| Faded, all gone
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| You’ve been around
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| I let you walk on, ohh, oh
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| I need something more
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| I need something more from you
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| I need something more (So)
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| I need something more (Look)
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| She got a thing for designer bags that she can’t afford
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| Cost more than the rent, she was staying on the second floor
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| Me and shawty was cruising and creeping in the Honda
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| We was on the same accord but also ridin' in the same Accord
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| I would stay up chasing dreams, steady racing forward
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| Still chasing dreams, but lately, they paying more
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| I would devote all my time and you would hate me for it
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| But if I didn’t, and I was broke, then you would hate me more
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| I was so broke without a job, they done canceled my insurance
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| Crashed the whip next morning, when it rain, it pours
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| Fast forward, all my problems done deflated some
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| But see, the hate around a nigga, it inflated more
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| Signed to Top Dawg, nigga, that’s my greatest score
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| But lost a lot, feel like I can’t lose for winnin'
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| Tryna clear my mind, I gotta make room for vision
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| Did bad to gain a lot, I had to pay dues with sinnin', but I’m still here
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| Death encounters, had a handful, bruh
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| I could have left before expected, I had Andrew’s luck
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| Remember signin' them papers and all the fam pulled up
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| Takin' shots of the Henny while we smokin' and celebratin'
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| Fuck overnight, nigga, we had the best patience
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| A new father is proud of the steps taken
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| Can’t go back to how we was living 'cause death waitin', shit
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| I got a blessed vision, feel like the best in it
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| This all heart, I had to say it with my chest, nigga
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| I gotta hustle, take my steps and put some pep in it
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| Signed and left with it, went with Rock on tour
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| Feel like Bed Bath &Beyond, I got a lot in store
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| Put in my soul into this shit I need my M’s piled up
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| Deal died, if karma real, it woulda been got us
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| I’m tryna change the way I live and how our men brought up
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| Name Robert, they remember me for the kids I’ve touched
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| Made a mil, not enough until I’m Ghost whippin' in a Rolls
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| Sliding down the road with some hoes, and I need
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| Mo' money, mo' bread, I can’t loaf, nigga
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| Doon-Doon locked up and I’m worried 'bout hoes, nigga
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| Why I give my time to all my greatest vices?
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| Know everything costs, but never pay the prices
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| You don’t feel it when they say it 'cause they faked the writing
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| See you niggas say you artists, but can’t paint it like us
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| Like, why I give my time to all my greatest vices?
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| You know everything costs, but never pay the prices
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| You don’t feel it when they say it 'cause they faked the writing
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| See you niggas say you artists, but don’t paint it like us
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| That’s real
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| I need something more
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| I need something more, baby
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| I need something more (I'll never want)
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| I need something more |