Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
You're just history
It's the left-handed, right-brained, just insane, just insane
And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name
Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again
Chillen with brothers, blacks and crakers, im not racist i just call em how i see em,
Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine
This is just my year, just my day, and just my time
Who knows just what i need, she knows just what i mean
Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen
Then some lady named billie holiday
Just get paid, just another day
Of yourself now everyone just
She got me caught up in the moment
Ain't whining, just surviving, ain't hiding, just climbing,
You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling
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