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As I Unfold (feat. Ab Soul)
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Feels good to be alive, don't it? I’d rather die than work a nine to five Put this on my gravestone that there's no one realer Put that on my mama, I'ma go in with my chin up, grinnin’ Yeah, I'm a go-getter, a smooth killer Yeah, I do what it do Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, You done raised a fool My whole family love the earth, we came from the dirt Where the raisins burn, Best thing they can do is stay alert, uh Daddy used to push a Caddy off of pushing work I'm like why you tell this story While we on the way to church? Uh Dad went up in smoke, shit , his daddy name was Blunt Got hooked on the stones, rehabbed for a month By the time that I was 5, my mama was traumatized 'Cause her husband ballin' but he don't be showin' up Probably where I got my affinity for the trinity A love triangle, experimenting with chemistry I'ma need both, boy, **** it, surrendering Want a queen for each side, I just love the symmetry When I drop my tape, people gon’ go ape Keep that ho up on repeat like, "Where the **** is the B side?" Feel like I’m fishin', I’m killin' ****** with each line I be usin' all three eyes so I see fine Yeah, I'm a go-getter, a smooth killer Yeah, I do what it do Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, You done raised a fool I come from a place, got no choice, you gotta stand up When shit get real on the field, you better man up No time for no two-three zone, Walk slow, think fast, hit hard Shout out to my goons on them yards goin’ hard My OG's talk, I listen, My young rattlesnakes with strong ass venom When they talk, I listen 'Cause back then, I was doin' the same shit , champ Really wasn't nothin' different, now listen Me and my clique were small as a grain of salt Wonder how we all became close brothers, because we fought We never let no ***** lips come between the covenent Now we goin' hamburger and all the b*****s lovin' it Might go to Hamburg, Germany for the **** of it Spend a couple hundred thousand dollars on some other shit Then ride the money train back home My pops raised a fool, That's why I relive him all through my songs, woo Feels good to be alive, don't it? I'd rather die than work a nine to five Put this on my gravestone that there's no one realer Put that on my mama, I'ma go in with my chin up, grinnin' Yeah, I'm a go-getter, a smooth killer Yeah, I do what it do Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, You done raised a fool Ayy, look What's your life about? Enlighten me Is you gon' live on your knees or die on your feet? Stand up and face the music or run and meet your defeat? I am to the microphone what the sun is to heat (Hot) Hence all the fans you see wavin' at me All of the debatin', All of the scrapes masturbatin' to me That's why they buy a ticket to pay attention to me I'm making cents making sense, *****, life is but a dream Smooth criminal, sexy like Mike on Thriller album (Solo) Everything I do is intentional, listen We feel a threat, we don't fret, We just send 'em at 'em Yeah, like God did in Genesis, ***** (Get it?) I couldn't triumph until I stopped trying (Hey) I couldn't be top tier until I stopped cryin' My mama is an angel, my pop was shot in the head and That's why I'm brain dead And promised a spot in heaven, and it Feels good to be alive, don't it? (Soul) I'd rather die than work a nine to five Put this on my gravestone that there's no one realer Put that on my mama, I'ma go in with my chin up, grinnin' Yeah, I'm a go-getter, a smooth killer Yeah, I do what it do Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, You done raised a fool Feels good to be alive, don't it? I'd rather die than work a nine to five Put this on my gravestone that there's no one realer Put that on my mama, I'ma go in with my chin up, grinnin' Yeah, I'm a go-getter, a smooth killer Yeah, I do what it do Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, You done raised a fool
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