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Ain't no way that you ain't eatin' when they pay for food If you scared then go to church or you should stay in school But stay on 50, these young niggas love to play with tools (Brrr) On top of that we catchin' bullets from the Navy Blues (B-b-boom) Got all this pressure on my head top But I don't ever sell my soul, keep it deadstock You know I'm married to the hustle, this is wedlock Out in the jungle, could you make it out of bedrock? Yeah, just call me Fred, ain't talkin' to no fed Ain't talkin' to no bird that just want me for my bread, yeah Respect is earned, these cookies gettin' burned That cookie had his turn, movin' forward, you should learn, yeah Ain't no way that you ain't eatin' when they pay for food (Pay for food) If you scared then go to church or you should stay in school (Stay in school) But stay on 50, these young niggas love to play with tools (Brrrr) On top of that we catchin' bullets from the Navy Blues (B-b-boom) The end is near, I feel it, I'm aware The Devil always workin' and he never playin' fair The Devil in her eyes, I can see it when she stare She say that love a lie, she don't need nobody there, yeah That's too much pressure for a head top Out in the jungle, could you make it out of bedrock? Yeah, I need a Wilma, a really real one You know I'd kill one for my real one One hand wash the other, both wash the face I don't need my hand flooded, cop a solid face I'm just here to get the money and I'm out the way Rain, sleet, hail, sunny, it be out today Jump out the bed, ain't talkin' to no fed Ain't talkin' to no bird that just want me for my bread, yeah Respect is earned, this cookie gettin' burned That cookie had his turn, movin' forward, you should learn, yeah Don't want this pressure on your head top 'Cause I don't ever sell my soul, keep it deadstock You know I'm married to the hustle, this is wedlock And I'm just tryna do my own thing, my own thing I was off the drugs, I would cop a whole thing Love for my plug, you threw me the whole thing Can't get caught in traffic, it'd turn to road rage I feel like Shakur, I woke up to no change, yeah Still need to love, it's what I came to do Know that you can't change the world without changin' you Wit' your reigns on fire, we too flame to bull Play the game all time 'til it play with you Ain't no way that you ain't eatin' when they pay for food If you scared then go to church or you should stay in school But stay on 50, these young niggas love to play with tools On top of that we catchin' bullets from the Navy Blues Blues, blues, yeah But I'ma count the blues, blues, blues, yeah Just tryna fight the blues, blues, blues, yeah Just tryna stay in tune, in tune, with you, with you, yeah
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