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Blow some smoke up to the gods

Ayy, we're doin' this all summer, alright

Lived nine lives, so I guess I got none left

Spent mine fucked up runnin' down Sunset

All this anxiety, my stomach got upset, ayy

But we're not done yet

Yeah, yeah, ayy

I wear this cross so God can find me if my soul gets lost

I look behind me and the past still haunts

I'm runnin' but my legs won't move or walk

I'm stuck analyzin' things people are finding that I've done wrong

But I cannot erase them like chalk

I'm hustling, Rick Ross, no days off

Got everything I wanted but I'm still pissed off

Paint my face on a motherfucking bullseye

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