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Ok
Now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, "Hi, haters!"
I know, I've been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by Las Vegas
Ain't it ironic before I was twenty one
I put my future on the table and I won
See they told me, "Life's a gamble"
Now this is my casino
Made sure my fellas good
Now I'm Robert DeNiro, sipping Clicquot
With the girl that held me down from the beginning
My team throwing up L's
But it's funny cause we winning
A million talked down, soon as I rose from the bottom
But opinions assholes now, everybody got 'em
So they ask me why I do it
I do it for the streets
Heard momma got out the grill
Man I do it for the grease
Man I do it for the five pack of Hanes wife-beats
That I wore like everyday to show my brand new ink
Shit I remember working jobs, just so I could hit the dance up
Never have a date, so I really didn't dance much
Couldn't buy my own, so I just borrowed my dad's tux
Told him, "Keep the loafers" kept it gully with my black chucks
So you can keep watching the stars
But me I wanna be 'em
And I just beat the odds
I guess we can call it even
Cause he the underdog
Went from flipping patties at a Fuddruckers
To living lavish then a mother f*cker
God damn!

We got stories for day man, for days
They just gotta listen
Hey slim
And if y'all don't know, that's like my best friend right there
But anyways
It's safe to say we're on our way man
'Bout time though
Do you remember when my dad kicked me out like right after we met
And I showed up at your house the next day with a U-Haul
Like hey, you wanna move in with me?
Matter of fact nah nah
Do you remember the time we had those two girls over
And Dub called like "Yo these dudes tryna jump me up here at the Eth"
Oh that's when we called the store across the street from our crib the Eth
'Cause it was on a 100 and 30th
But anyway though man, we left those girls, sitting with the door open
Sprinted to the store ready to fight
And this fool goes like "ahh got y'all I was just playin'"
Damn I still wanna whoop his ass for that shit.
Nah nah nah matter of fact,
You remember when you wanted to buy your first keyboard,
So we went and gathered up spare change, like everyday.
And walked into that bank with that heavy ass bag of nickels,
And they were looking at us like "what the f*ck?"
We too grounded to be Hollywood man
This about as Hollywood as I'm a get

Hold up
Okay I heard they want the classics
My life's a movie like the Truman Show without the cameras
They look at us like we a couple Boyz N Da Hood
Four Brothers till the end like them boys in The Wood
So I Light It Up, for them Friday Night Lights with the team
In The Notebook, holding my Requiem for a Dream
I was Superbad in the class I just Dazed off
So I played sick and lived Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Back in Coolie High, students used to nickname us The Goonies
Every night we blacked out, shit they should've called us roofies
Get out of bed Half Baked, roll another doobie
So many snacks up in my house they call the crib Scooby
Blowing oowie man I swear this As Good As It Gets
Godfather told me, "Keep doing that music shit"
He said, "Your piece of the American Pie is waiting"
From the bottom to the top, Almost Famous
Kells
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Ok
Now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, "Hi, haters!"
I know, I've been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by Las Vegas
Ain't it ironic before I was twenty one
I put my future on the table and I won
See they told me, "Life's a gamble"
Now this is my casino
Made sure my fellas good
Now I'm Robert DeNiro, sipping Clicquot
With the girl that held me down from the beginning
My team throwing up L's
But it's funny cause we winning
A million talked down, soon as I rose from the bottom
But opinions assholes now, everybody got 'em
So they ask me why I do it
I do it for the streets
Heard momma got out the grill
Man I do it for the grease
Man I do it for the five pack of Hanes wife-beats
That I wore like everyday to show my brand new ink
Shit I remember working jobs, just so I could hit the dance up
Never have a date, so I really didn't dance much
Couldn't buy my own, so I just borrowed my dad's tux
Told him, "Keep the loafers" kept it gully with my black chucks
So you can keep watching the stars
But me I wanna be 'em
And I just beat the odds
I guess we can call it even
Cause he the underdog
Went from flipping patties at a Fuddruckers
To living lavish then a mother f*cker
God damn!

We got stories for day man, for days
They just gotta listen
Hey slim
And if y'all don't know, that's like my best friend right there
But anyways
It's safe to say we're on our way man
'Bout time though
Do you remember when my dad kicked me out like right after we met
And I showed up at your house the next day with a U-Haul
Like hey, you wanna move in with me?
Matter of fact nah nah
Do you remember the time we had those two girls over
And Dub called like "Yo these dudes tryna jump me up here at the Eth"
Oh that's when we called the store across the street from our crib the Eth
'Cause it was on a 100 and 30th
But anyway though man, we left those girls, sitting with the door open
Sprinted to the store ready to fight
And this fool goes like "ahh got y'all I was just playin'"
Damn I still wanna whoop his ass for that shit.
Nah nah nah matter of fact,
You remember when you wanted to buy your first keyboard,
So we went and gathered up spare change, like everyday.
And walked into that bank with that heavy ass bag of nickels,
And they were looking at us like "what the f*ck?"
We too grounded to be Hollywood man
This about as Hollywood as I'm a get

Hold up
Okay I heard they want the classics
My life's a movie like the Truman Show without the cameras
They look at us like we a couple Boyz N Da Hood
Four Brothers till the end like them boys in The Wood
So I Light It Up, for them Friday Night Lights with the team
In The Notebook, holding my Requiem for a Dream
I was Superbad in the class I just Dazed off
So I played sick and lived Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Back in Coolie High, students used to nickname us The Goonies
Every night we blacked out, shit they should've called us roofies
Get out of bed Half Baked, roll another doobie
So many snacks up in my house they call the crib Scooby
Blowing oowie man I swear this As Good As It Gets
Godfather told me, "Keep doing that music shit"
He said, "Your piece of the American Pie is waiting"
From the bottom to the top, Almost Famous
Kells
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Writer: Jon Richard Bishop, Richard Colson Baker, Irvin Devine Whitlow
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