Key: A major
Verse 1
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[Napolean]
Yeah, from the bottom
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for the bottom
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We come from there,
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but we still here
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We still breath, so long as we got
We gonna get something,
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no matter how, no matter what
Listen
Verse 2
whole block family,
you like them yeah?
you wanna cop a pair
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Though it takes some time,
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Them like my thug sisters,
so I'm fuckin every mommy
everybody know my name
sayin 'Noble do his thing'
like I'm slidin on ice
I'm slidin in dice
but ain't nobody dyin tonight
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We fryin the rice, dinner on the steps tonight
then I'll stretch the rhyme
know I ain't gonna lie
Verse 3
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when a nigga
didn't have a thang
For all the people cause I never
find a better way
some paper (I'm gettin it nigga)
Can we get paid? just want
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to get paid
But I'm gonna get it
Let it be known I'm on a mission
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>From boss livin, no bullshittin'
And I don't sit around in this
who don't want nothin
And I don't kick it with these bitches
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who always want somethin
I'm my own man, own plan,
been that way
I never ever really trust the world again
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Age ten, feel frustration
No patience when it all forego
Fuck takin it slow
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I still roll daily
Only stoppin for my babies
I'm a hard=luck nigga
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Keep your guard up nigga
Large cut getta
I gotta have my piece
I'll chop it up with ya man
I'm game tight on all sides
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I manage to ride, but be it wasn't easy
Outlaw
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Verse 5
Chorus
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[Kastro - Verse 3]
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I'm bluntin, so I'm
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strapped,
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I stand alone so I cut my
losses
feel nauseous (ha)
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It's not easy, believe me, it's no fun
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Still I chase my paper, till I can't run
And I was still just a kid till I had one
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If not for bad luck,
can't quit yet
just can't sit back
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I stand strong so you know
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The born Outlaw so you
know I ain't wit' that
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My younger days in the day tryin to figure out
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A million ways to get paid in a bigger amount
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I ain't a mystery, it's elementary
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Cash rules, and that's the way it
was meant to be
Verse 6
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kinda low in the pockets
House lookin like shit,
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But that's how it is in twenty- three a.m.
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Brick City, N- J
I'm paid to roll, was raised too low
I've always felt alone
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I stayed strong through
I pray to God daily,
it's close to my heart
but a walk in the park
I guess Allah must have blessed
us cause we eatin now
Verse 7
paid X 3)
Reminiscin of the days we was
broke man (broke man)
We still missin tryin to get it, it's
a sure thang (sure thang)
The forecast for today said it's gonna
rain (gonna rain)
Heat showers on the block,
still we gonna hang (gonna hang)
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Live yours, and you know I'm tryin
to live mine (live mine)
Get yours, cause I ain't tryin to
give mine (give mine)
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Everybody comin out at the
Nothin but another day,
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know I can't lie
broke man (broke man)
Heat showers on the block,
still we gonna hang (still we gonna hang)
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