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Go inside the booth and make double the wages | Made a point and now I guard it like I'm Baron Davis | Celebrate my wins like holidays, it's very pag…
Go inside the booth and make double the wages Made a point and now I guard it like I'm Baron Davis Celebrate my wins like holidays, it's very pagan Aging like it's fine wine, sipping on my downtime Delivering power lines, you niggas living under 'em That's the only way you balling, health insurance cover 'em Sleeping on the God until a pillow come and smother 'em Your worst nightmare who's appearing to be a southerner This the American dream that I'm living with Opportunities taken instead of Indian givin' Hold up, wait a whole cotton-picking minute Gave you money for a chain but not to buy your masters with it Can't split it with the fam, but you spending on some bitches? Hard to say you help your friends, but they still out in the trenches? Switching up on niggas, now you gotta carry switches? I can't lie, I can't even tell the difference Way below ground zero (Come down off the holster) Fighting everyone you know My God, you're wearing thin (On your rollercoaster) Go inside the booth, and I double the pages Like the last picture of Pac that was taken in Vegas Looking hopeless, now you coping with a cup full of medicine Sprite 'bout what you done with your life, right? The side effect of fame have you not reading the label While you scratching on the surface, I bet you I turn the tables like Go DJ, that's my DJ Spinning on your block and I'm singing upon on the replay Probably 'cause you changed for some change Bring it back for Barack Obama's campaign Now nobody wanna speak your damn name Did it all just to fall and that's a damn shame I tried talking to him but the homie didn't listen Beat him at his own game, how Ali did Liston? 'Cause when it comes to talking hella shit and saying real shit I can't lie, he can't even tell the difference (you's a bitch) Way below ground zero (Come down off the holster) Fighting everyone you know My God, you're wearing thin (On your rollercoaster) Whiplash in my neck I caught a glimpse of your regret But you're thinking cap is long lost to the wind Two jabs to my left 'Cause our good sides never met Live fast, die hard, we're all soft in the end
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