[Intro]
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Spitter, wuddup?
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Ghost
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Radio Raheem Devaughn yea
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Light that shit
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Smoke it, smoke it
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Smoke it, smoke it
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FeelinĄ¯ good
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You know?
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[Verse 1]
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I used to have a little when I was little
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A rock in the horror play stuck between the middle
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CouldnĄ¯t figure it out, life is like a riddle
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Or maybe itĄ¯s the puzzle, or maybe itĄ¯s the weed
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And the liquor that I guzzle
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That got a nigga troubled
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IĄ¯m like a little kid, I just wanna play with bubbles
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Bubble whip, bubble ass
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BlowinĄ¯ on some bubble kush, layinĄ¯ in the bubble bath
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iPad shuffle in the duffle bag
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Make ring bells, any spark that I hustle that
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But IĄ¯m grown now, nigga had enough of that
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They tell me that itĄ¯s money there
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Fuck it, IĄ¯mma double back
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[Hook]
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IĄ¯ve seen struggle, IĄ¯ve seen hope
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Seen lot of money and IĄ¯ve been broke
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And yet you bounce back to the morning
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I could grind for mine, could handle mine yea
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Smoke the kush with the finest women yea
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Jet life in the past minutes, yea
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The home run, living life famous
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Still winning, I made through the struggle, yea
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[Verse 2]
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I smoke joints to the head so I pass no shit
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TheyĄ¯d rather see me dead than theyĄ¯d look at me rich
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But I canĄ¯t quit, addicted to digits
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Residual flippers, cash getters, para shiftinĄ¯
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Exotic wives shipped in, signing for that shipment
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Real live bait, attracting mermaids, they swimming
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Sunset at the lake, like Monet painted that picture
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IĄ¯m living in the midst of this continuous paper mission
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IĄ¯m in grind mode, stacking violence, changing time zones
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No bother resettinĄ¯ them Rolex watches
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High up, big in the boys club
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Rockets on my pocket, rockets in my driveway
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Them for me and my partners
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[Hook]
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IĄ¯ve seen struggle, IĄ¯ve seen hope
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Seen lot of money and IĄ¯ve been broke
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And yet you bounce back to the morning
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I could grind for mine, could handle mine yea
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Smoke the kush with the finest women yea
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Jet life in the past minutes, yea
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The home run, living life famous
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Still winning, I made through the struggle, yea
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[Verse 3]
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Gone til November, IĄ¯ll be back on my birthday
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I canĄ¯t remember why I left in the first place
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Possession of a pistol was my first case
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Still possessing a pistol cuz I be in the worst place
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First I had a gun cuz I wasnĄ¯t getting money
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But now IĄ¯ve got a gun cuz I stay getting the money
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Hardest nigga title, nobody could strip it from me
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ItĄ¯s SP, champ of the hard ballinĄ¯
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Catch me in the juice bar, fifty story carwash
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Thinking of my niggas on the yard ball
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Aughta wait back, homie nigga back safe
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Stay up on the workout, come home with the avac
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Superhero niggas in the street want their cake back
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Now a nigga played it raw, canĄ¯t go
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ItĄ¯s the after my age but the party ainĄ¯t old
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Respect the next super gangsta if your heart ainĄ¯t cold
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[Hook]
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IĄ¯ve seen struggle, IĄ¯ve seen hope
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Seen lot of money and IĄ¯ve been broke
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And yet you bounce back to the morning
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I could grind for mine, could handle mine yea
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Smoke the kush with the finest women yea
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Jet life in the past minutes, yea
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The home run, living life famous
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Still winning, I made through the struggle, yea
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[Outro]
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I made it, yea
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Through the struggle, yea
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Made it, made it, yea
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Thru The Struggle
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| Styles P |
