| Picture me rollin', tippin' my chaueffer
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| Niggas look jealous, you gotta control it
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| Reachin' my quota, mixin' my soda
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| Feeling connected to God, tryna' get closer
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| Steppin' on roaches, me and my locsters
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| Just tryna get over, tryna not to get swallowed by locusts
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| Tryn' to stay focus, kinda like Moses
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| Like somebody chose us, sweat on my shoulder
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| Like somebody chose us, this weight on my shoulder
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| I feel these emotions, but still i keep going
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| A pen to a poet
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| I been through the motions
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| I’m feeling heroic but life is a dice game
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| And they dare you to blow it
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| You might get a stripe man, but that ain’t gon' pay for the strollers
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| Its never enough to console her
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| Telling, your daddy’s a soldier
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| She needs you right now in this moment
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| Not dead on your back pushing roses
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| To me i’m just carving this sculpture
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| You fine tune with my approaches
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| Doubling back as a owner
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| The moment of truth is upon us
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| Call the promoters
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| Picture me rollin' rollin' rollin'
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| Me and my friends not worried
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| Then we get stopped by the police
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| Gotta make it home to my baby
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| Cause these days niggas goin' crazy
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| Gotta make it home to my baby
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| Cause this is they say me
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| Gotta make it home to my baby, Holla up, yeah
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| Look i bet i’mma make it home to my baby (bang bang)
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| I bet i’mma make it home to my baby
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| I say, i bet i’mma make it home to you, baby |