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"It's hard to catch what you can't see I grew up to be who I wanna be So, the more niggas talk I'ma shine Might of been way before its time Posted wit my back against the wall Life is a bitch but she mine The rag six deuce yeah it's mine The westside too, yeah it's mine What you know about Your poster on the wall at the dealership Leave her in the bed, legs tremblin' Gettin' banged on for your Pendleton's What you know about Your response be the reason you exist Lucky I ain't get caught up in the twist Young nigga blue pager on my hip so As the champagne spill And the car accelerate And the beat gon' cry I be goin' to the bank at least three, four times Get handshakes from the branch managers We keep doin' fly shit when the camera's cut
Double up, three or four times, I ain't tellin' no lies I just run it up, never let a hard time humble us Double up, I ain't tellin' no lies, I just I ain't tellin no lies, I just 5, 4, 3-2, let's talk, I got To you, that money My dreams, come true My life, in diamonds Who knew Who knew Who knew I leave it behind if you let me I run and got drown just to hold you down I jump off the ledge if you with me I break you up, you just let me down Let me down Let me down" --- praying for peace, love, and power
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