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Oooohh Uh It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place my studio smells like ten ash trays my nigga still gettin' too fucked up And I'm still smokin' too much blunts Haters always gon' run they mouth And keep tryin' to take me out Mama always gonna worry herself And me I can't forget the pain I felt Even though I drive a new 6 double 0 They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?" I bought a club and they filled up with envy Now every body pissed cuz they can't get in free New enemies still poppin' up Throw away gats still chop 'em up I walk in and the whole club stands still More money more problems that's real This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie." This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie." My little baby-girl just turned 6 I gave her the biggest room in my crib she gets what she wants so does her mama I don't think they know the value of a dollar fine-ass bitches all in my limosine I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline But my babies I miss my children To me that's worth more than trillions and trillions She calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco" And she doesn't understand when I gotta go Hope she doesn't think I don't wanna be wit her Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happiest I can't make it to her piano practices When I was young my ol' man left us ...

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