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Sobbing as I bellow, cursing the heavens like “Why we gotta peddle?”/my niggas on the treadmill, it’s like we losing weight but we moving in place/but we still pedal on, Tour De France, Lance Armstrong on a vicious cycle, so trifle/they don’t like you when your skin is filled with melanin in a corporate environment and you’re equally intelligent/fuck dwelling if the work is moving and product is selling, sell it, who am I to pass judgment?/my attitude is fuck it, the same niggas perpetuating negative stigmas are my niggas I grew up with/so what then? I can’t shun them, cuz at one particular point I was them, looking back when rap music was hardly grossing, up until Russell and Rubin pried the doors open/now it’s imploding, like the Towers did, back to that same Earth, that founded it/this ain’t how I want to live, I had dreams of being fulfilled and maybe I can have a kid/but life never plays the way you intend it, I used to love H.E.R. now I hate the woman I wanted to have it with/a thug changes, love changes and best friends become strangers, word up/that bar was borrowed from Escobar, drugs, money, pussy and power steering expensive cars/.45 in the crease of my drawers, interlude, in my lifetime, truly yours, p-pause…

In my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough, I need a whole lotta cash/in my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough, I need a whole lotta cash...