AWA

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Yo, more lighter flicks More lighter flicks We well acquainted at this, we well acquainted at this point, haha This our first date Well acquainted, ooh Aight, let's do this shit Oh shit Yeah, yeah Dropped my phone, dropped my phone Uh, I must be one of the lucky ones, graded So-so credit, live life lightheaded I'm the madness to the method, man From a place without no Wu-Tang Clan But we got Ku Klux Klans all up through there, hustle all we do here Tryna make it shake 'til it's poppin' like a root beer Made this in a leap year, next year I'll be nuclear Hella high falutin', hotboxin' two stories, I don't give a fuck 'bout who here Always been the underdog, it's over for that bullshit Born with the skillset, built up the toolkit Got the pocket presence, it's a breeze on some through shit Hate when niggas talk but when they see you, they don't do shit I'm a simple man but even that can be confusing Always said my checkered past would have 'em jumpin' to conclusions Can't have nobody around me that ain't makin' contributions All I do is run, get high, fuck and make music Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is Who can I, who can I open up to? What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is Who can I, who can I open up to? I'm tired of niggas, tired of motherfuckers underachievin' Scared of they greatness, wastin' they breathin' Spoilin' blessings, pissin' they chances down the drain Sittin' on they hands and wonderin' why they situation ain't changed I'm tired of crackers, I'm tired of dealin' wit' you racist bastards Salty asses, can't focus on nothin' else but me I'm tired of haters frightened 'bout somethin' I'ma be 'Cause my purpose got you feelin' worthless, now we enemies I'm tired of sleepin', tired of creepin', tired of hoes Tired of hot ass summers with crooked cops on patrol Shawty tryna do her best, said she slide down this pole But she see my mind on, I'm all alone So who can I open up to? Probably this bottle This sack of weed, it talks to me We eye to eye, we knee to knee Prayin' for some shit, ain't sure if it exists, huh Yeah, we lucky if we wind up with a loyal bitch Yeah, we slide out our moms, how quickly we forget Here, surrounded by lies and plastic like a zip Here, hope you ain't got this image of me in your head The chosen son, the one you meet after you dead The holy one, no blemish, not a stain on this linen Picture perfect, perfect image, nigga, that ain't how I'm livin' Nigga that ain't how I'm livin' So go on, put your fingers in the sky for the sinners Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is Who can I, who can I open up to? What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is Who can I, who can I open up to? To, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is (I, I, I wanna know) Who can I, who can I open up to? Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh

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