[Chorus]
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It only feels good when you come up
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Cause I remember how it was when I was down
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Thought I forgot? (Nah)
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Nobody on my block thought I would pop (Fuck ya'all)
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When you on top niggaz want you shot
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Why do you think we still keep all these guns around?
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Ain't nothing change
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I'm still the same
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[Verse 1]
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I'm just getting out of my bed
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The pain in my head from a hang over
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It's hard as hell to remain sober
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I'm looking swell in that Range Rover
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Soldier, And my bitch don't know nothing more than what I told her
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Ever since the stoller
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I've been a roller
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A rider, a lot of shit changed now that i'm older
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Move over, nigga this is my shit now
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You see the way they head spin whenever I whip round
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The game's fucked up if I sit down
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So I get up
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Strap my vest under my shirt, button my shit up
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Then roll through the crowd, lit up
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Just to hurt their stomachs like the results from a thousand sit-ups
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You gotta love how i'm doing this
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If I get bored, i'ma call Jacob, tell him to put a little blue in this
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Haters wanna ruin this
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Cause I get paid and I walk around high all day like a stuartist
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[Chorus]
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It only feels good when you come up
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Cause I remember how it was when I was down
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Thought I forgot?
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Nobody on my block thought I would pop (Yeah)
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When you on top niggaz want you shot
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Why do you think we still keep all these guns around?
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Ain't nothing change
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I'm still the same
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[Verse 2]
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The way I deliver these verses
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Tends to keep the song alive
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All the weak shall crumble only the strong survive
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And with that in mind
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I'm tusling with 3 or 4 chicks at a time
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Four fifths by the blinds
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Rubber grips by the spine
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I'm lazy as hell
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But love the chips, love the grime
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love the strip, love the crime
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I try to keep my bars so good so they don't get knocked
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And run into a pit stop before a shit pop
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It's all fucked up, niggaz pointing fingers in the court room
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Till the consequences of cooperating get brought to him (Snitch!)
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And ya'll know the punishment for those bastards
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a closed casket, black bag made of plastic
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Ever since I blew I...
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Been listening to july
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Now i'm out in Dubai
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Niggaz never knew Id
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Make it, now first class whenever I do fly
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Knowing Jake want to see the whole crew fry
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[Chorus]
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It only feels good when you come up
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Cause I remember how it was when I was down (Haha)
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Thought I forgot?
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Nobody on my block thought I would pop (Yeah)
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When you on top niggaz want you shot
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Why do you think we still keep all these guns around? (Haha)
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Ain't nothing change
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I'm still the same
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When I Was Down
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| Lloyd Banks |
