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One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two Uh, uh, listen, hmm They think my life is perfect, they think it's ideal (Woo) They think I got it all inside just like I'm IKEA (Woo) Truth be told, I'm 'bout as empty as a popped bottle They see I make it look good, America's top model I'm still a top dog, I'm still the big homie Attended too many funerals of my little homies And I can't lie, the road that I'm on gets a little lonely Nobody wanna get it with me, just wanna get it from me Always a handout, always a sad story Nеver, "How you doing?" Always, "What you have for me?" And I'm assеd out (Woo), credit card maxed out (Woo) But as soon as you say no, throwin' rocks at your glass house (Woo) But on the bright side, I'm livin' my dreams You small fries, I need my cheese, extra gravy like poutine I been on that winnin' streak like it's a part of my routine And I spoke it to existence, all of this shit was foreseen And if you ever had a dream, you know exactly what I mean When I look outside my window, all I see is dope fiends and broken dreams And then I thank God 'cause it could've been me If it wasn't for this art, then it would've been me Rest in peace to all my dogs, man, it should've been me Letras de cancionesI said it could've been, would've been and should've been But it wasn't And I'm grateful So grateful Said I'm grateful So grateful Ayo, peace to Bum City (Peace) Peace to Death Alley (Peace) Alley-way upstate, hit Paris for a patty (Ah) Gucci two-piece Fillmore rockin', it was Juneteenth Had to go to Bennett for summer school You knew me, I came from that Grover Cleveland bitches on my Nautica (Woo) Most popular (Woo) Hit the Taliban to chop it up Seen a watch for afar and binoculars Peace to Killa Tone and Mayweather, they'll put you in a hospital Sly got life, but we pray for the impossible Shay died from COVID, when I gotta go, I gotta go That's why I thank God every day, all day When shit get hot I sip Libby's Lemonade in the shade Pardon my ways, but my wrist gotta be six figures I always knew I'd be this nigga But it's all about the youth now Used to bag up two-point-two pounds Got my own shoe now (Woo) Dump, I know you proud (You proud) Airholes make the TEC bool down (Grrt) Airholes make the TEC bool down (Grrt) When I look outside my window, all I see is dope fiends and broken dreams And then I thank God 'cause it could've been me If it wasn't for this art, then it would've been me Rest in peace to all my dogs, man, it should've been me I said it could've been, would've been and should've been But it wasn't And I'm grateful So grateful Said I'm grateful So grateful From Letras Mania