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[Intro: Poppa Don]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, uh.. yeah yeah, New York! Uh, uh
[Chorus: Poppa Don]
Even if the world starts falling
You're the one thing I'm sure of, yeah
As long as you loving me together
We gonna make this money right
Nigga, listen to your heart
[Eyes Low]
Aiyo, dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin' up in the hood
So I gotta, strap it up in the hood
When I'm sellin', with the crew
Just another thug, on my way to catchin felon number 2
Dealing is a team sport
But too many hands in the pot, cut a little nigga's cream short
And I ain't try'nna get my dreams caught
Cuz every six months my moms end up crying in Supreme court
It gotta be some better ways, keepin' my head up
Cuz even Pop told me there'll be better days
Queens, where the weapons blaze
Poor is poor, war is war, I'm self made and ghetto raised
Still I need a place to get away
From all this drama and commotion, I'm stressed with all this ganja
And I'm smokin', uh, one day, I'ma shine
But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock
[Chorus]
[Poppa Don]
Sometimes we'll listen to others
And I can be wrong...
With a little love and understanding
We gonna climb high, higher than a mountain
But as long as the deal is in
And there's nothing we can do
Oh... yo, the first time, we clicked
I knew it was forever, oh oh oh
[Eyes Low]
Yo, now it's hard for me on this nine to five
From hustler to working man, I'm like a whole different person, man
Who'd ever think I'd be this kind of guy?
Taking orders ain't good for my pride, I need a wood to get high
Lost chicks, once stood by my side
She a down individual, around, when it's critical
And if I make it, she gonna get took for a ride
See me going hard now, but gon' lounge in a minute
Though I'm sick of living pitiful, tasting all these loses
Tracin' up divorces, that get raises in the office
Mad cuz I got a Lex, racing with their porsches
Only twenty two, and they hate me cuz I'm flossin'
Friends get upset, I don't hang no more
Said I changed since I ain't been in the game no more
Fuck it, I know one day I'ma shine
But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock
[Chorus to fade]
[Outro: Poppa Don]
All my niggas
Hold your head high!
If I die tonight, don't cry
If I die tonight, get high
For me... yeah
It's that real shit man
I'ma spit a few bars, shake up a few stars
Wake up a few A&R's, go hard
As long as you loving me together
I'ma lock the game
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