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[Hook: Repeat 2x]
Life’s hard things don’t go your way
But me I’mma get mine anyway
When you get yours we can celebrate
Now put ya hands up, now put ya hands up
[Verse 1]
The name rings bells cause I’m well connected
Its E-Nyce you know I’m here like I never left it
Lampin’ in your crib playa come and check it
Jumpin’ on your couches really gettin’ reckless
F it, you could blame it on my adolescence
I’m schoolin’ niggas nowadays playa add a lesson
Gifted with a talent from the past and present
Everydays Christmas I passed you with my presence
Ahhh, and I’m spittin like a Smith & Wesson
Big Willie stuntin’ silly baby I am legend
I keep lethal weapons for a sweet connection
It ain’t a movie you act I’mma keep directin’
Now I’m doin things my way
Please don’t usher me in I want the highway
I’m the Frank Sinatra of my day
Young brown eyes nigga I came to get paid
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Life’s a bitch don’t take her for jokes
Married to the game no church we eloped
We close, nigga peep the vows that I wrote
I’mma bring soul ’til the day that I’m ghost
Peep tho, see I’m from the east coast
Where some pack butter and the others keep toast
Breakfast of champs when you steppin’ to the camp
You silver-spoon niggas need to eat with your hands
Life’s short each day I’mma celebrate it
The miller high life, feelin’ quite elevated
Out in Vegas in the cut gettin’ hella faded
Check the lineup, I’m fly like I never made it
Down from plane that I came from
I’m on track I don’t care if a train comes
I’m Sam Cooke when the change comes
I’mma celebrate cuz I won
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