| State of the art, state of the drill
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| State of the mind, state of the city
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| I contemplate and rewind
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| State of the art, state of the mind
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| State of the city
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| I contemplate and rewind
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| I put the line down when I put the rhyme down
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| Lost on my own Stoney Island that I’m found
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| I ride around town like this is my town
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| Rapping to myself, trying to see how I sound
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| Kinda arrogant cause I’m from Chi Town
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| East bound & down, that’s how we get down
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| At the bar taking shots like they live rounds
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| My lifestyle is it’s good to be alive now
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| Lot that surround me, places all cloudy
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| Came in the Audi, pied piper rowdy
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| You in the 'Raq where it’s war like Saudi
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| Youngins carry the iron man, like Robert Downey
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| Pound the ground we own the concrete jungle
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| Surround me loudly, wildly is how we came up
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| Think about the come up
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| That’s why I’m always on edge when the fans seem to run up
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| Hair all done up, we can spend the summer together
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| But when the weather change, lady friend
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| You may be forever stranger lines seem to blur
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| Yea I like you but I still love her, uh uh uh
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| I come from the under, wonder why they slumbered on a nigga
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| Now I see the bigger picture, pour a little liquor
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| The rich get richer, my dick get bigger
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| Cause I’mma go hard, g-go g-go hard
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| The more I know self, the more I know God
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| Coppin' land from my bro Monar
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| Good to do business with the bro-gods, let the dollar circulate
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| Lower the murder rate but still kill this shit
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| In touch with the crib that’s why you feel this shit
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| The willingness to grow, the willingness to blow
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| The willingness to know that I don’t know shit
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| But I still wanna know
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| What the fuck you on girl
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| Enrichened souls, visions, goals, mission grows as I do
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| It was written like a haiku when I was seventeen
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| I used the syllables, y’all, to forever dream
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| Now I’m a Champagne King like Evelyn
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| Young hearts run free and forever sing
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| Yea
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| Tell me what the fuck you on
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| Cause your heart is sayin' ohh, ohh, ohh — run
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| State of the art, state of the drill
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| State of the mind, state of the city
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| I contemplate and rewind
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| State of the art, state of the mind
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| State of the city
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| I contemplate and rewind
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| Cause your heart is sayin' ohh, ohh, ohh — run
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| State of the art, state of the drill
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| State of the mind, state of the city
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| I contemplate and rewind
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| State of the art, state of the mind
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| State of the city
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| I contemplate and rewind
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| It was red, I guess it had to be the bloodshed
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| Love shed, ‘nough said
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| But I still wanna know
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| What the fuck you’re on
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| Cause your heart is sayin' ohh, ohh, ohh — run
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| And I’m down to jump the gun with you
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| Tell me what the fuck you want
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| Cause your heart is sayin' ohh, ohh, ohh — run
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| And I’m down to jump the gun with you
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| What the fuck I’m s’posed to do, you not around
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| I’m not talkin' 'bout when you’re high I mean on the ground
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| Always hold you down in and outta town
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| Maybe I’m a clown got me crying out in front the crowd
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| On the inside but it feel like a fuckin' cloud
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| Out my fuckin' mind, I’ma fuckin' drown
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| Girl but I’m not gonna fuck around
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| I’ma fuckin' marry you and learn to swim
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| Let me carry you I need to hit the gym
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| Young hard jab but the difference is
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| Got young love but I’m not young
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| Faith in love but I’m not dumb
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| I don’t need to give a fuck about the outcome
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| Niggas be scared but I’m not one
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| Niggas be scared but I’m not one
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| Niggas be scared but I’m not one
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| Niggas be scared but I’m not one
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| Niggas be scared but I’m not one |