[Hook]
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I'm a give them hell until I rest in peace
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Been through it all, need my respect at least
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Who got the bet? Better you bet on me, baby
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Made man, America's most wanted lately
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Show much I want you to see
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Feel like I'm boxed in, only wins will bring the comfort to me
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Still ain't no stopping
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I'm a wind up on top with the key
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Until then they watching
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Ain't not rules, got to play for keeps
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Failure's no option
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[Verse 1]
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Everybody want the light
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I'm like fine you can have this
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The top don't mean your living right, keep your mind on what matters
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These hoes don't love you, they rehearse those common theatrics
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Supposed to build each other up but most time it be backwards
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Until then we got to wait and pray until they finally catch us
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Toe tags, no dads in a county of bastards
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Going to need a cape to see our future
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You blind and need glasses?
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Ten, twenty years rewinding these classics
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Let's toast to living our vision
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Love this town and these glasses
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Envious bastards off the axis, mahogany caskets
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The blocks banging if you survive these harmony flashes
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No few passes, just regrets and R.I.P ad-libs
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Dearly departed, keep me guarded and all that we ask is
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Put a good word in while we hurting and dodging these scratches
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And, my position is go hard or get missing
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It's like dope and I'm running, the other part of me twitching
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Listen...
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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Attitude like "Fuck it today"
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I need chilling and Louie buckets to play
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Man keep your outlet, I ain't got nothing to say
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Rappers duck out and just be stuck in the way
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I'm pushing two decades of killing these bars
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Here's my parade
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Sun don't always shine
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Shit get too bright, it throw your shade
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I hope you make it there
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Top of that, make it from older age
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Niggas want you to snap. Give it all back
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It's sporting rage, bloody contact
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Slipping off track, caught in a maze
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If I should hang up my number, you'll love me then?
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Shit! I wonder, pedal to floors
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Still soaring above the rim
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Good morning, I'm up to wind
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Who brought us more within
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A quarter sent out to gems
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Six songs without the pen
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I gave it all I had and you shot me down
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I ain't change, same nigga they copy know
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Pay homage, pour out the commas and smile
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Outside of the family, can't nobody come near him
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I throw it all on my shoulders, front on the rap game clearly
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[Hook]
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Failure's No Option
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Lloyd Banks |