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Uh, go

Uh, go

Too many M's to make (to make)

Too many rules to break (to break)

Too many fightin' that case (that case)

I gotta find my way (my way)

Daughter need new shoes (shoes)

If I lose, she lose (lose)

And I ain't gettin' used to losses

Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (chained)

I mastered the rap game (game), I mastered the dope game (game)

Still I feel like that I'm God like on these long flights

I'm left behind, it don't feel right

Can't write the script when this real life

Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride

From the west side where don't shit slide, we on trip time

Seen the field in their lies (their lies)

Can't be serious with no rappers (no rappers)

Stayed down and what happened? (what happened?)

Got my daughter that mansion (that mansion)

Gave my mother that million (million)

Sold my soul to my feelings (my feelings)

Can't go blind 'bout these women (no)

Too many M's to make (to make)

Too many rules to break (to break)

Too many fightin' that case (that case)

I gotta find my way (my way)

Daughter need new shoes (shoes)

If I lose, she lose (lose)

And I ain't gettin' used to losses

I'm goin' off 'til I crash

Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash

My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash

Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my

It knock me on my

Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind

Family friends want a piece of mine

I can tell they all piecin' up

And I can show 'em where peace resides

Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich

'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit

Tried the honest route, but chose house licks

Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this

Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip

Too much time of livin' reckless

Now add that time up on my left wrist

Lil' rappers ain't impressive (ain't impressive)

Your tax bracket ain't impressive (ain't impressive)

You buy a chain, but won't buy no land

That hashtag should say: Desperate (desperate)

I'm kickin' game for these young niggas

'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter, uh

All that bullshit I taught her, huh

Way too blessed to be normal, uh

Upper echelon, but we stand that

So, girl, be proud that your skin black

And be happy, girl, that your hair napped

'Cause the school system won't teach that

Where your father been, you gon' reach that

Too many M's to make (to make)

Too many rules to break (to break)

Too many fightin' that case (that case)

I gotta find my way (my way)

Daughter need new shoes (shoes)

If I lose, she lose (lose)

And I ain't gettin' used to losses

I'm goin' off 'til I crash

Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash

My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash

Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my

It knock me on my