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My feet can't touch the ground, touch the ground And it feels like I can see the sins on the horizon Every time you are not around I slowly drift away Tryna stay afloat Gotta tell the rap industry cause they don't know Keep protection on me everywhere I go But that's the life I signed up for yeah I know, yeah I know This the life I signed up for yeah I know, yeah I know So you wanna be a dope boy, yeah I know You ain't fuckin' with no broke boys, yeah I know So you wanna put the grind in, yeah I know Catch a case do your time, yeah I know Pussy niggas gon' hate, yeah I know And real street niggas gon' always relate, yeah I know I'm a be great, yeah I know Yeah I know, yeah I know Used to post on the 8-block I was dead broke and they missed that, yeah I know Niggas stunted on me Tryna flex on me, now it's mix-match, yeah I know Niggas down talked me I'm a bitch nigga this, I'm a get whacked, yeah I know Keep somethin' on me for the get back Click-clack, shit's splat, yeah I know Young nigga got AK's, 10 Glocks, little Jocks, big Macks, GI Joe They ain't believe Thought I wasn't gon' be shit, be rich, yeah I know Never gave me shit, got it all on my own, nigga G shit, yeah I know I smoke me 2-3 to the dome soon as I'm alone Just thinkin' bout my life I'm happy that I made it home Cause Lord knows I've been doin' wrong out there all day long But Lord knows that I'm just tryna put all of my people on Lord knows I got some issues, miss all of my people gone Long live King Cap I miss you wish you could just hit my phone How you used to pull up on me, pour it up, let's get it on When the oz's smokin' blunts of OG, we just flip and gone Gotta watch for cops Tryna duck them high speeds, know we got the chrome Why you couldn't just have your Chrome on that day? Man I miss you dawg Know we down here rockin' out, no talkin', you know you my dawg Yeah you was my nigga and they ain't know you like I knew you dawg Matter of fact most of these niggas really ain't know you at all Niggas out here talkin' runnin' they Mouth like you wouldn't shoot it off Niggas out here ridin' on they high horse like you ain't shoot it all Like you wasn't out ridin' round with that torch tryna get No Limit that score Like you wasn't out five pipes In that Porsche through the opps, niggas just bored Might as well lay it out there on the Table now since you ain't here no more I lost my bro right before my tape was out Young nigga goin' crazy now Stackin' books got the shit comin' in by the pages now Got me feelin' like I made it now Made a way out some shit then fucked around and made a habit Stayed focus then I made it happen Even through Chiraq I be ridin' round crazy Ratchets, got me wishin' that I stayed in Cali Ever since that day and even before, hit a bitch everywhere I go But ever since that day I think of you tellin' me I need that Yeah I know, yeah I know Tryna stay afloat Gotta tell the rap industry cause they don't know Keep protection on me everywhere I go But that's the life I signed up for yeah I know, yeah I know This the life I signed up for yeah I know, yeah I know So you wanna be a dope boy, yeah I know You ain't fuckin' with no broke boys, yeah I know So you wanna put the grind in, yeah I know Catch a case do your time, yeah I know Pussy niggas gon' hate, yeah I know And real street niggas gon' always relate, yeah I know I'm a be great, yeah I know
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Triviyon Seay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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