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(XTT produced that one) (It ain't pouring, but it's RXNEY) Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems? I ain't the same but I'm trying They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed Don't need a bitch and I ain't got hoes My main ones still the same one, gon' ride for me, uh That ain't my nigga, he won't die for me Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain't the same when the MAC sing f*ck a nigga, I'm still the same from the back street That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah I'm really living what I rap about 'Member they told me my voice sounded funny, yeah Now when I talk, I make money Say my main bitch ain't my main bitch, had to lane switch, ain't trippin' on that, yeah I bet she sick, matter fact, yeah Still ain't leave them caution signs, go hard for mine Swing blocks, do it all for mine, that's heart to mine I just put my heart where my mind is, so I think what I feel And I never trip, a bitch gon' be a bitch from the cards she was dealt Mama should've raised you better My heart cold, can't take this weather I'm an owl, I think smart, so I hate gorillas Nigga can't play gangster with me because I ain't gon' feel him, yeah Say if he don't leave, then that hate gon' kill him Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems? I ain't the same but I'm trying They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed Don't need a bitch and I ain't got hoes My main ones still the same one, gon' ride for me, uh That ain't my nigga, he won't die for me Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain't the same when the MAC sing f*ck a nigga, I'm still the same from the back street That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah I'm really living what I rap about Yeah, in ninth grade, I remember I ain't have a plan Tried to tell the teacher I'ma be the man But she laughed at it, knowin' damn well I got a bad habit of poppin' my shit, uh Showed up the next year, thirty thou' on my wrist One hunnid thou' for the whip, my mama straight, yeah They probably laugh 'cause we was on Section 8 Up in high school, couple homies died, crackers laughed in my face, uh I bet they mad that we great They tell me speak on my pain less Told 'em watch how I gain less You was hatin' on me when I wanted to you gain best God ain't put me through the same test They gon' remember what my name is Ayy, wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh Who I talk to 'bout my pain and my problems? I ain't the same but I'm trying They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed Don't need a bitch and I ain't got hoes My main ones still the same one, gon' ride for me, uh That ain't my nigga, he won't die for me Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain't the same when the MAC sing f*ck a nigga, I'm still the same from the back street That'll hop out, high school dropout, yeah I'm really living what I rap about, oh
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