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Too many M's to make (to make) Too many rules to break (to break) Too many fighting that case (that case) I gotta find my way (my way) Daughter need new shoes (shoes) If I lose, she lose (lose) Then I ain't getting used to losses Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (chained) I mastered the rap game (game) I mastered the dope game (game) Still I feel like I'm God-like on these long flights So I'm left behind, it don't feel right Can't write the script when this real life Rich, still dodging that bus ride From the west side where don't shit slide We on trip time Seen the field in their lies (their lies) Can't be serious with no rappers (No rappers) Stayed down and what happened? (what happened?) Got my daughter that mansion (that mansion) Gave my mother that million (that million) Sold my soul to my feelings (my feelings) Can't go blind 'bout these women (no) Too many M's to make (to make) Too many rules to break (to break) Too many fighting that case (that case) I gotta find my way (my way) Daughter need new shoes (shoes) If I lose, she lose (lose) Then I ain't getting used to losses I'm going on 'til I crash Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense Sometimes I crash Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my It knock me on my Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind Family friends want a piece of mine I can tell they all piecing up And I can show 'em where peace resides Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich 'Cause the college route, it wasn't about shit Tried the honest route, but chose house licks Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this Now where we touch down is on my X list I'm on a fresh tip Too much time out living reckless Now I got time up on my left wrist Lil' rappers ain't impressive (ain't impressive) Your tax bracket ain't impressive (ain't impressive) You buy a chain, but won't buy no land That hashtag should say, desperate (desperate) I'm kicking game for these young niggas 'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter (uh) All that bullshit I taught her (uh) Way too blessed to be normal (uh) Upper echelon, but we stand that So, girl, be proud that your skin black And be happy, girl, that your hair napped 'Cause the school system won't teach that Where your father been, you gon' reach that Too many M's to make (to make) Too many rules to break (to break) Too many fighting that case (that case) I gotta find my way (My way) Daughter need new shoes (shoes) If I lose, she lose (lose) Then I ain't getting used to losses I'm going on 'til I crash Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense Sometimes I crash Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my It knock me on my