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Im wakin up in cold sweats, From dreams of prison, I got the world on my shoulders, Tryin to reach my vision, Release some tension, Listen when the beats is hissin, Cause clean kicks aint sh!t if ya feet are missing. Ive lived through pain, Ive lived though struggle, I really live this sh!t, I pimp an hustle, Its so hard to be humble in a jungle full of knuckle heads, Im quick to jump a fence call me Mr. Duck-a-Fed. Life aint nothing but a rat race, On the boulevard hustle hard, Gettin cash at a fast pace, On a hustle so hard that its nasty, Like F tomorrow, Cause today could be my last day.
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