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Tie up my shoes I'm back in the race I'm working these hours so I can get paid What was you saying Say to my face I'm holding it down it ain't up for debate So I ran to the bank And I go get a fade real quick Line it up like my pay well spent Smoke away all the pain I woke up early today you know I got something to say I'm twenty a blessing the essence of adolescence Leaves my body I'm stressing Now pressing it good Making impressions I should Drag a pull up off the wood And blowing it back Put the pound back in the sack Double it down on the map Cause I gotta move tie up my shoes I gotta win how can I lose Well what if I fell off a mountain survived And counted my sorrows and hope that I die Or what if I spend all my money get high And bring all my sorrows with me in the sky Family wondering if I'm alive I'm chilling alone so don't f*ck up my vibe I'm hearing some voices but deep in my mind I bury like everything else inside Back and I'm popping like fourth of July The bodies that drop off a thirty be high Euphoria please nothing less will suffice The feeling it's giving me stay for the night I'm knee high in shit that I did from a while back Making dumb actions like a kid Addicted to making a plan but I don't act Was I really born with a gift Now it's getting hard just to live I'm pushing my car up the hill Going raw dog in her grill I'm eating the cake like a meal But I cut back like a grown man With the pots and pans at the crib Been baking the bread for the dope man With my good hand moving product and shit And we never cross each others lane Cause we know we both got a stick I'm writing my life on the line Putting metaphors up in this bitch Now I'm driving foreign at my work Got her lifting up her skirt Underground so that means under the dirt Grabbing my words out the locker of hurt Hog like a boss how he chopping my bricks Notice a stain and we go hit a lick You can ask God cause that's my witness Never gave a fat f*ck about the likes or bitches But I gotta keep it up if my life is in this Got to fight the feelings got to write what's in me Let me take the speed up Know I kept you waiting Wait another couple months With anticipation got a revelation Music for the world Kick your feet up while I wet my curls I love a good 808 can't you hear the sound The bass up windows down when I'm on the town And when I'm up on top I go round for round A little track for my people when I come around A little hot sauce Promise me you can keep it on the low What's the deal Chronic knocking I think that I want to up Hit the G up Late nights, cold sweats no this ain't how I should feel Pop A three oh Now my mama out driving her to the parole officer Shit