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[Hook X2]
Yo this is real fucking life ain't no special effects
No regrets cause we're all getting put to the test
Knock the wind out your lung like a foot to the chest
This is pain, this is love, this is hate, this is stress

[Verse 1: Outlawz]
Yeah, I'm just tryna' stay focused, so much temptation
Days I feel hopeless tryna' find inspiration
Bills don't stop my hustle's got no patience
Like fuck you, pay me now, I'm not waiting
With a path so dark I want a future so bright
That these niggas wonder why I rock my shades at night
Homie ain't nobody perfect, we're all born sinners
But we winners
Outlawz and Snak The Ripper
Against all odds in the midst of the storm
Going against the grain, remain a real form
At a fork in the road, the choice is that it chooses
I don't make promises, I don't make excuses
Put my soul on these songs, get to know me through my music
See how I do shit, inhale what the truth is
I'm Makaveli and Kadafi [?]
Keep pushing the law
This a warrior song
[Hook X2]
Yo this is real fucking life ain't no special effects
No regrets cause we're all getting put to the test
Knock the wind out your lung like a foot to the chest
This is pain, this is love, this is hate, this is stress

[Verse 2: Outlawz]
(Real life)
Hard times struggling, [?] the determination
That's the recipe for [?], listen my thug nation
Imma teach you how to hustle in, get you the paper in
Never let them see you struggling, I'll show you the way if you follow
Can't never be too scared to see tomorrow
Another chance to be greater than the previous
Believe in us
No, I ain't preaching I'm just teaching us
Because it's cold out here and [?][?]
Forever
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[Hook X2]
Yo this is real fucking life ain't no special effects
No regrets cause we're all getting put to the test
Knock the wind out your lung like a foot to the chest
This is pain, this is love, this is hate, this is stress

[Verse 2: Snak The Ripper]
Don't [?] over some bullshit, I've got problems of my own
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[Hook X2]
Yo this is real fucking life ain't no special effects
No regrets cause we're all getting put to the test
Knock the wind out your lung like a foot to the chest
This is pain, this is love, this is hate, this is stress

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