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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Whoo, whoo, whoo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Had a dream I was still sixteen

But still me when I seen myself (Myself)

I was so bull-headed down the road I was headed

Had to slow down and walk with myself

Had to talk to myself, argue and fought myself

Yeah, I had told myself

The road never stroll down there

And I told me, shit, I’ma keep it G

You lookin' aight, Big Mike

Big money, big car, big house, big booty wife

Shit, nigga, that’s your life

That’s your car, your house, your wife

I’m just sayin' you can have that

Without the strife of the life that a nigga endured

You ain’t gotta drop outta college

And watch your grand mama ask the law, «Lord, why did he do it?»

You ain’t gotta make love to the girl

You don’t really love, y’all have a baby and go through it

What’s really so bad? The game that I’m givin' is golden

Cause it was gotten straight from dad

'Did you listen to him, Mike?' Wish I had

It’s my life, it ain’t that bad (Yeah)

Keep this conversation locked in your head

Put you first, stack your bread

I got to make these moves, I got to pay my dues

I got to take care of mine and mine and mine and mine alone

And the folk that need me to be strong

I got to hold my own, I got to right my wrongs

I got to let God steer

I got to take myself, I got to help myself to live

I got to make these moves, I got to pay my dues

I got to hold my own, I got to right my wrongs

I got to make these moves, I got to pay my dues

I got to hold my own, I got to right my wrongs

Protect myself

Now who woulda thought that a nigga

Woulda made it to a penthouse (Made it to a penthouse)

Man, I been thinkin' 'bout when Pimp came home

Went straight to the Bent Lot (Straight to the Bent lot)

Now that’s a long way

From a pot on the stove with the gram (Gram)

But when I was comin' up all I had

In the pot was some Ramen noodles and Spam

And I was like damn and this is some bullshit

I don’t want to live like this

I just want a chain that rains and nice wrists

Why the hell can’t I have me some nice shit?

But instead of complainin' I started aimin' higher

My passion matched my desire, now I just spit out that fire

And never get tired, you can put that on a choir

Yeah man, I got me suppliers

And made some mistakes but guess what?

That shit don’t define me (Define me)

That’s why you find me grindin'

From the 90s until I’m in my nineties (Nineties)

Shinin, no need to rewind me

Said it before and they scared to repeat it

I came to give the people game they needed

Until my life is depleted (Life is depleted)

Your life is a bitch and it’s best to be mindful

Of how you gon' treat it (How you gon' treat it)

Cause if you catch a case with the Devil, my nigga

I’m down for your beatin' (I'm down for your beatin')

Can’t get away from the choices you make

And the way you behavin' (The way you behavin')

So don’t be surprised when the throne that you sit in

Is startin' to cave-in

I got to make these moves, I got to pay my dues

I got to take care of mine and mine and mine and mine alone

And the folk that need me to be strong

I got to hold my own, I got to write my wrongs

I got to let God steer

I got to take myself, I got to help myself to live

I got to make these moves, I got to pay my dues

I got to hold my own, I got to write my wrongs

I got to make these moves, I got to pay my dues

I got to hold my own, I got to write my wrongs

Protect myself

Hey, I got a foot trapped in quicksand (Ay)

I got my hand stuck in blender (Ay)

Walk with a heart that been bruised up

Still got a couple of beats left in

What a surprise, I’m not dead yet

Got a couple of friends that can’t claim that

They throwin' the bones that got 1−1

Eyes of the State, no fun fun

Woke up in the dawn, alone, the mood hung there, yawnin'

I don’t see calm that often

Lit the stick in her hair with no coughed

I’m walkin' the Earth again, better get poppin'

Check the old gold watch, I ride often

It don’t mean much, but it’s mine, I copped it

Have it on my wrist 'til my heart starts stoppin'

Good to remind, then I’m lyin' inside coffins

I don’t advise, who am I to act wise?

Nine out of ten times the swine had arised, so I lie

It ain’t a-okay

Eh, you get nine bucks they want eight?

Tryna chase you and parade around Mace

Try to remind myself they will pay

You don’t got shit, take a bit of mind games

Stick around maybe bring your pain to these lames

I got to make these moves, I got to pay my dues

I got to take care of mine and mine and mine and mine alone

And the folk that need me to be strong

I got to hold my own, I got to write my wrongs

I got to let God steer

I got to take myself, I got to help myself to live

I got to make these moves, I got to pay my dues

I got to hold my own, I got to write my wrongs

I got to make these moves, I got to pay my dues

I got to hold my own, I got to write my wrongs

Protect myself