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Yo, more lighter flicks
More lighter flicks
We well acquainted at this, we well acquainted at this point, haha
This our first date
Well acquainted, ooh
Aight, let's do this shit
Oh shit
Yeah, yeah
Dropped my phone, dropped my phone

Uh, I must be one of the lucky ones, graded
So-so credit, live life lightheaded
I'm the madness to the method, man
From a place without no Wu-Tang Clan
But we got Ku Klux Klans all up through there, hustle all we do here
Tryna mak? it shake 'til it's poppin' like a root beer
Made this in a l?ap year, next year I'll be nuclear
Hella high falutin', hotboxin' two stories, I don't give a fuck 'bout who here
Always been the underdog, it's over for that bullshit
Born with the skillset, built up the toolkit
Got the pocket presence, it's a breeze on some through shit
Hate when niggas talk but when they see you, they don't do shit
I'm a simple man but even that can be confusing
Always said my checkered past would have 'em jumpin' to conclusions
Can't have nobody around me that ain't makin' contributions
All I do is run, get high, fuck and make music

Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is
Who can I, who can I open up to?
What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is
Who can I, who can I open up to?

I'm tired of niggas, tired of motherfuckers underachievin'
Scared of they greatness, wastin' they breathin'
Spoilin' blessings, pissin' they chances down the drain
Sittin' on they hands and wonderin' why they situation ain't changed
I'm tired of crackers, I'm tired of dealin' wit' you racist bastards
Salty asses, can't focus on nothin' else but me
I'm tired of haters frightened 'bout somethin' I'ma be
'Cause my purpose got you feelin' worthless, now we enemies
I'm tired of sleepin', tired of creepin', tired of hoes
Tired of hot ass summers with crooked cops on patrol
Shawty tryna do her best, said she slide down this pole
But she see my mind on, I'm all alone
So who can I open up to? Probably this bottle
This sack of weed, it talks to me
We eye to eye, we knee to knee
Prayin' for some shit, ain't sure if it exists, huh
Yeah, we lucky if we wind up with a loyal bitch
Yeah, we slide out our moms, how quickly we forget
Here, surrounded by lies and plastic like a zip
Here, hope you ain't got this image of me in your head
The chosen son, the one you meet after you dead
The holy one, no blemish, not a stain on this linen
Picture perfect, perfect image, nigga, that ain't how I'm livin'
Nigga that ain't how I'm livin'
So go on, put your fingers in the sky for the sinners

Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is
Who can I, who can I open up to?
What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is
Who can I, who can I open up to?
To, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is (I, I, I wanna know)
Who can I, who can I open up to?
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh