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the city is quite im tryina ride benjis on my head im on my grind used to sell weed but the police took my jar i was in the cell thinking about who im gonna rob no comi no mail from a broad i got fly got a tattoo under my eye still in da street but in a diffrent block same ol shoes but diffrent socks im never gonna stop im still kinda hot i still dont care about no cops million dollar thought on my head im tryina slide i know its alot but to me its the love for the gwap let me get my shot i wanna a car i wanna live on top so let me rhyme bay why not i know about the job i know that there is god im not trippin over no rock i keep going to the finish line they say that my words in a song got what it got im dreaming. about living in a yaht im dreamin on and on im rappin my heart it aint easy to rip it apart im in a appartments now i used to sleep under the stairs with a bottle of cerock i was living hard now im going hard yeah bay why not now i can say that im fine life is amazing so bro just smile im walking a staright line after i sign im gonna slide to the booth with my ex on my side watch my dreams come true after i pray to god she said oh my god u gonna be mine i told her nah i aint down peace out my baby i dont wanna tigh up the knot