[Verse 1: Jarren Benton:]
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, Underneath the city lights
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Driving and I'm drinking Grandma pray that I'mma get it right
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I just want a piece of mind a day where I consider right
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Depression killing niggas losing sleep cause I ain't feeling right
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Grade-A baby 80's baby stress will drive nigga crazy
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Popping pills and drinking more feeling undescribed lately
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Daily I been going through a [?] and I'm losing focus
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So I play it super cool hope these niggas never notice
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Uh Lord have mercy on my soul I just gotta make it 9 to 5
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I can't be pitching home, Chasing my dreams swear I never been this scared before
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I do it for my kids, This the realest shit I ever wrote
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[Hook: Planet VI]
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Lately my heads been spinning crazy
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Riding through my city music playing
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I won't lose I refuse not to make it
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However it comes I'll take it
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Spark a L and crack the window open
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Can't you see life is what you make it
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[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
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Yeah, blowing dope by the sunset
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Bitch I'm still standing sucka nigga I ain't done yet
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Not from all the bullshit that life threw a niggas way
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Baby mamma PMSing just fucked up a niggas day
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Talking to my dad kept it short cause I ain't got shit to say
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Hardly know each other so we let relationships decay
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Mama hurtin I wish I could take the pain away
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I broke down when my Uncle died let his soul drift away
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In the sky where them dreams go
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I hold on emotions I wish I could let some things go
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Life can be a bitch it's never palm trees and rainbows
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I pop up out that gutter and brush the dirt up off my kango
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Swear I tryna let this pain go
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The inside is burning up I can feel the flames grow
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And damn a nigga hurting, they say nothing last forever
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Until they close the curtain, and I wake up paranoid
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Because these nightmares reoccurring, Success is never promised
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But fuck I'm so determined I fall down I get back up
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You know that nothing is for certain
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I can't stop until the pastor read my sermon
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Lord knows
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Freeway]
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And I'm, making it happen
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Made trappin', and now I'm making it trappin'
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God has been gracious, new big faces, no new drug cases
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Thought I'd beast traced of the bucases with incarcerated scarfaces
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But I'm car racing, 63 V-twizzy
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In the booth I get busy, murder tracks, mutilation
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And result dough accumulation I'm with young, black and dope
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From the ghetto music, sooth the nation
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Simple equation: I'm the doctor, you the patient
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First LP, second LP, operation
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[?], yall dudes know the procedure
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If you cross me I'll squeeze you
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Leave you bleeding on the doctor's table
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This is not a fable, I been monster cable
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Before the monster came, now I rock without the label
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Reason that I bought the Porsche cause I hoarse shit
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Louie Boat kicks rocking low shit without the label
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This team early, you know we up for lunch and prayer
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Always catch the brothers still ballin, but that's another story
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[?]
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Lord Knows
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Jarren Benton |