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Pa-da-pa A million, a million My life is just one big puzzle that's broken into a million pieces I've been tryin' to sequence; it gets hard as Losin' the one you love, done shared a million things with When I'm done, they'll probably put my bones in museums Like, that's one of the last from niggas, ever 'Cause at this rate, we'll all be extinct then I got a hole in my heart that I hate when I sink in She spend a night with me, and now she want a million weekends Shallow hoes, always fallin' in love with the deepest I'm in the deep end; my city population eight hundred thou' But on my block alone, you'll find a million pieces And that's what we chop you in, doggy if you try to test us or cheat us Or if we don't like the way you treat us, or it might just be the season I used to want to be a millionaire for, shit, like a million reasons And then it came with a million leeches that want that many pieces Lawyers, taxes, state taxes, agents, assistants, managers, business managers Fees and damages, plus somebody else, to make sure that they're not scammin' us Shit'll have you depressed, checkin' your balances Luckily, it's me; I know how to balance it My dad said it's his dream to be actin', but it never happened And when he talks 'bout back then, it breaks me to a million pieces A million, a million A million, a million pieces It's hard bein' a healer, when I'm scarred as hell But the world can't tell, all of the pride, let it die All of the tears, let 'em dry I look at myself, got a million mirrors to help, yeah Overnight, everythin' can change All of a sudden, I'm the one to blame I'm still learnin' what I need, baby, so I can't say I'm here to stay Plus I'm goin' so damn hard, man, I can't even find the day On my free time, I just take the Grand Ave down to PCH Man, this came from a million pieces The mindset that I beat the streets with Military tactics, yeah, it's that strategic You fake woke, but I'm still dreamin' I put my heart in this shit, my nigga, and made it look easy I do the mink for the certain seasons I go hard for a certain reason, I gotta keep eatin' Man, this so special, ain't been a Larry this big, since the Boston Celtics I done put my life together from A million, a million Pa-pa-pa, a million pieces Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy A million pieces
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