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Music is my life, man\n\nI came from nothing, I always wanted something\nThey told me I would never succeed\nI would only end up dead or in jail\nI'm free, I'm alive, I got money\nI ain't dead or in jail\nI ain't dead or in jail1\n\nWe're out here living, man\nAnd we live\nRoll up","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.91] I came from nothing, I always wanted something\n[00:32.01] They told me I would never succeed\n[00:34.04] I would only end up dead or in jail\n[00:36.36] I'm free, I'm alive, I got money\n[00:40.52] I ain't dead or in jail\n[00:42.42] I ain't dead or in jail1\n[00:48.43] It's funny how you niggas think you harder then the hardest\n[00:50.21] Picture me debatin' no time to argue with you artists\n[00:52.97] If you do a song with me I'm probably just targeting your market\n[00:56.22] And then I take them home with me and win that argument regardless\n[00:58.83] You hustle to be seen, I read that on a meme\n[01:01.63] I get paper and disappear call that vanishing cream\n[01:04.98] Yeah I do work with the Slaughters\n[01:06.95] But I'm so on top of my business that I probably go harder\n[01:09.69] As part of the management team\n[01:11.25] I just step into the booth after I executive produce\n[01:14.09] And I'm as effective as a noose 'cause hoes wanna hang\n[01:17.77] Cook me breakfast in the nude, scramble eggs, I'm sipping juice\n[01:19.98] And I still conceal steel, that Beretta is recluse\n[01:22.68] I'm from the Mass Terror era\n[01:25.90] You from the Mascara era\n[01:27.33] So never ever compare yourself to that rapper that'll leave your New Era dripping that marinara\n[01:30.87] For a pair of paramedics to repair ya where you're laying at\n[01:35.16] I'm sayin' cat, get away from me with them Gucci sneakers\n[01:39.06] You ain't fashion forward as Kanye, I guess we do need Jesus\n[01:41.21] I'm in my Coupe, I'm rocking a few jewelry pieces\n[01:44.84] Playing some unheard Eminem, like fuck your new releases2\n[01:47.02] My team can inspire millions\n[01:50.57] The flow been fire, ask the native NY'ers\n[01:53.21] Like the Empire Building, I'm just empire building\n[01:55.85] When grown folks are talking, quiet children\n[01:58.48] Shh...\n[02:00.13] I came from nothing, I always wanted something\n[02:02.09] They told me I would never succeed\n[02:03.95] I would only end up dead or in jail\n[02:06.26] I'm free, I'm alive, I got money\n[02:10.51] I ain't dead or in jail\n[02:13.18] I ain't dead or in jail1\n[02:18.67] Yo\n[02:24.89] Shout out Jurassic 5\n[02:32.12] Hieroglyphics\n[02:34.40] Pharcyde and De La Soul\n[02:37.23] Digable Planets\n[02:39.19] And the almighty Tribe Called Quest\n[02:44.96] Yes\n[02:46.02] Uh\n[02:46.93] Let's get back to the jam doe\n[02:51.05] You rocking with new friends, I'm surrounded by fam doe\n[02:53.60] That part is mando, I don't understand your ass\n[02:56.91] Get a little fame, get a little name, then forget the same place from which you came\n[03:01.04] That ain't who I am doe\n[03:02.90] Keep shit the same, for damn sho\n[03:04.94] And if your dame, is on her best behavior, tell her she can text me later\n[03:08.92] I guess that's kinda boss\n[03:10.47] But this game made the word boss so lame\n[03:12.81] I prefer to be referred to as a check creator, slash regulator\n[03:16.03] Slash nigga that pull your respirator plug\n[03:18.32] I'm killing 'em 'cause this game keep giving me hell\n[03:21.43] They only want me selling crack so they can give me a cell\n[03:24.41] But I spit crack to let my freedom ring, now that's Liberty Bell\n[03:27.64] Fuck it, give me a scale\n[03:30.28] It's pure dope, I could sell it forever, who better\n[03:32.90] Hold up, I beg your pardon, the mac-11 weapon spark\n[03:36.48] You get severed in several parts 'til a 7-footer is leveled with Kevin Hart\n[03:39.88] 187's the deadly art and every bar is cold as the devil's heart mixed with Eric Cartman1\n[03:45.25] I'm the best in every department (yes)\n[03:48.34] I'm sorry, these niggas got me hype, man\n[03:50.89] And this really ain't the type, man\n[03:52.74] I listen to what you write and everything just sound aiight, man\n[03:54.91] You better off a hype man\n[03:56.89] Who me? 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