| They say this is a big rich town
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| I just come from the poorest part
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| Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
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| This is where it goes down
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| I just happen to come up hard
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| Legal or illegal baby I gotta make it
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| I never took a straight path nowhere
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| Life’s full of twist and turns
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| Bumps and bruises, I lived I learnt
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| I’m from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers
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| It’s hard to get a start in these parts without paper
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| Homie I grew up in hell
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| A block away from heaven
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| That corner only 15 minutes away
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| It move a seven
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| Pure snow
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| Bag it then watch it go
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| Occupational options
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| Get some blow or some hoes
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| Shoot the bullet, the strap
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| Learn to rap with a jack
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| Fuck it man in the mean time
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| Go ahead and pump a pack
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| This my regal royal flow
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| My James Bond bounce
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| That double 007, that 62 on my count
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| I’m a undercover liar, I lie under the covers
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| Look a bitch in the eye and tell her, «Baby, I love it.»
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| You’re my inspiration
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| You’re my motivation
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| You’re the reason that I’m moving with no hesitation
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| I gotta hustle through the hustle and bust while make a move
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| Maneuver around the rats, wolves, I’m from the school
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| Of hardknocks
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| Shots pop
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| Bodies drop
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| Graveyard
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| Pick a block
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| Cause niggas watching spots
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| I’m tryna stash shit
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| Then I go legit
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| Hollow tip stuff 'em in clip case make niggas trip
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| My cocaine endeavours give me corporate ties
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| I’m supposed to lose watch me win against the odds
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| All I got is my word, balls and my instinct
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| We tryna make it
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| We already made it my friends think
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| We already on top
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| I gotta bigger plan
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| No more control, substances or hand to hand
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| White collar visions
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| Game changing missions
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| Big risk, big wins
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| Equal bigger living
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| Perfect position
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| Watch me transition
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| From caterpillar to butterfly in the sky |