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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Whoo, whoo, whoo Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Had a dream I was still sixteen But still me when I seen myself I was so bull-headed down the road I was headed Had to slow down and walk with myself Had to talk to myself Argue and fought myself Yeah, I had told myself the road [?] down here And I told me, shit, I'mma keep it G You lookin' aight, Big Mike Big money, big car, big house, big booty wife Shit, nigga, that's your life That's your car, your house, your wife I'm just sayin' You can have all that without the strife for the life that a nigga endured You ain't gotta drop outta college And watch your Grand Momma ask the Lord, "Lord, why did he do it?" You ain't gotta make love to the girl you don't really love Y'all have a baby and go through it What's really so bad? The game that I'm givin' is golden Letras de canciones'Cause it was [?] straight from [?] 'Listen to him Mike,' Wish I had It's my life, it ain't that bad (yeah) Keep this conversation locked in your head Put you first, stack your bread I got to make these moves I got to pay my dues I got to take care of mine and mine and mine and mine alone And the folk that need me to be strong I got to hold my own I got to write my wrongs I got to let God steer I got to take myself I got to help myself to live I got to make these moves I got to pay my dues I got to hold my own I got to write my wrongs I got to make these moves I got to pay my dues I got to hold my own I got to write my wrongs Protect myself Now who wouldda thought that a nigga wouldda made it to a penthouse (made it to a penthouse) Man, I been thinkin' 'bout when Pimp came home, went straight to the [?] (straight to the [?]) Now that's a long way from a pot on the stove with the gram (gram) But when I was comin' up all I had in the pot was some Ramen noodles and Spam And I was like damn and this is some bullshit I don't want to live like this I just want a chain that rains and nice wrists Why the hell can't I have me some nice shit? But instead of complainin' I started aimin' higher My passion matched my desire Now I just spit out that fire and never get tired You can put that on a choir Yeah man, I got me suppliers and made some mistakes But guess what? That shit don't define me That's why you find me grindin' from the Nineties until I'm in my nineties Shinin, no need to rewind me Said it before and they scared to repeat it I came to give the people game they needed until my life is depleted Your life is a bitch and it's best to be mindful of how you gon' treat it 'Cause if you catch a case from the Devil, my nigga, I'm down for your beatin' Can't get away from the choices you make and the way you behavin' So don't be surprised when the throne that you sit in is startin' to cave-in I got to make these moves I got to pay my dues I got to take care of mine and mine and mine and mine alone And the folk that need me to be strong I got to hold my own I got to write my wrongs I got to let God steer I got to take myself I got to help myself to live I got to make these moves I got to pay my dues I got to hold my own I got to write my wrongs I got to make these moves I got to pay my dues I got to hold my own I got to write my wrongs Protect myself Hey, I got a foot trapped in quicksand (hey) I got my hand stuck in a blender (hey) Walk with a heart that been bruised up Still got a couple of beats left in it What a surprise, I'm not dead yet Got a couple of friends that can't claim that [?] throwin' the bones that got one one Eyes of the State, no fun fun Woke up in the dawn, alone, the mood hung there, yawnin' I don't see calm that often Lit the stick in her hair with no [?] Walkin' the Earth again, better get poppin' Check the old gold watch, I ride often It don't mean much, but it's mine, I copped it Have it on my wrist 'til my heart starts stoppin' Go [?] to my mind, my mind is [?] coffin [?] I don't advise, who am I to act wise? Nine out of ten times the swine had arrived [?], so I lie It ain't a-okay Eh, you get nine bucks then why eight? Try'na chase you and parade around [?] Try to remind myself they will pay You don't got shit, take a [?] to my camp Stick around maybe bring your pain to these lames I got to make these moves I got to pay my dues I got to take care of mine and mine and mine and mine alone And the folk that need me to be strong I got to hold my own I got to write my wrongs I got to let God steer I got to take myself I got to help myself to live I got to make these moves I got to pay my dues I got to hold my own I got to write my wrongs I got to make these moves I got to pay my dues I got to hold my own I got to write my wrongs Protect myself From Letras Mania