| I fell in love with the street life
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| I-I fell in love with the street, that’s no lie
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| No lie, no, no lie
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| No lie, no, no lie
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| I fell in love with the street life, I (Boo-boo-boo-boom)
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| Look, got a raw deal, not at all chill
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| Nigga, we run up under your food like shopping cart wheels
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| My Glock, make you hop and cartwheel for props
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| Your block got a call feel, my name dollar bill
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| Holla y’all ill, gotcha
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| Drop tough like a built Tonka
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| Still conquer, but they still ain’t contra
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| Still pop you through your shield, holla (Boo)
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| I wasn’t in the room, but on the mini scooter
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| Or lickin' hooters with a spliff for Buddha
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| I was in the inner city sewer, underground dirty-dirty, in the manure
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| Clip in the Ruger 'cause I was raised different than you were
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| Nigga, I’m awesome, get off 'em, you all dumb
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| You all wonder where I get all of my ambience from
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| You all wonder how I come from the swamp and the pond scum
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| Peon, comparin' me to y’all is beyond dumb, biatch
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| Me, I’m from where it’s dark as Hell
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| 'Round the corner from death, right across from Hell
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| I am Austin Wells tossed in a garbage pail
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| I’m from the bottom not from Harvard or Yale, darlin'
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| Uh, prolly took a shot, even shot a few too
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| Now my future bright, lookin' out is futile
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| My mom was frugal, my pop was brutal
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| School of hard knocks, all I did 'round the clock was doo-doo
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| On the block all day and night like a prostitute do
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| Every artist out there y’all like on the charts are doo-doo
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| I’m from where thots’ll convolute you, the cops are cuckoo
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| Charge you, try you and prosecute you, if not, just shoot you
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| Knock off your whole tribe with the chopper like Shaka Zulu
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| Chef the impossible, opposite pyrex pots are voodoo
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| Block magician, I chop a brick to a pasta noodle
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| Fuck the charts, I roll out, I swapped the old out and copped the new-new
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| This is my possible moment of truth, shouts to Guru
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| Cocked the Glock, let it do the do like cock-a-doo-doo
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| Hospital, nah, growin' up only doctor you knew
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| Was Dr. Dre, Dr. Jay, and maybe that Dr. Drew dude
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| I was raised by Gregory and James Evans, dawg
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| I catch you without that weapon, that’s Frank Drebin, dawg
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| That’s naked, dawg, that’s sacred, dawg
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| I spray your dawg, that’s aerosol, let’s face it, dawg
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| I Che Guevara, dawg
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| Y’all make mistakes, not me, I create eras, dawg
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| I play forever, dawg, ever-ever, dawg?
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| Ever-ever, dawg, ever-ever, dawg?
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| I play forever, dawg, never lost
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| Record of wins and lessons, y’all
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| Too effortless with the rhetoric to be a legend dog
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| As far as the bars and measures
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| I’m prolly highly regarded as God up in Heaven, dawg
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| I play forever, dawg
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| I play forever, dawg
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| Far as the art, I’m what else but Magellan, dawg
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| Hella bars, Nelson Mandela, dawg
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| Draped in Maison Margiela, dawg, they jealous, dawg
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| These niggas fake, I’m the eight kissin' the figure eight
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| Playin' Drake at a weddin', dawg
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| Put that together, dawg, I’m clever, dawg
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| I play forever, dawg, ever-ever, dawg?
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| Ever-ever, dawg
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| These sessions are blessings, dawg
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| Clever thoughts comin' out the barrel of G Dep Smith & Wessons, dawg
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| These thoughts are the confessions, dawg
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| Ever, dawg, I play forever, dawg
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| I-I fell in love with street, that’s no lie
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| No lie, no, no lie
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| No lie, no, no lie
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| I fell in love with the street life, I |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Play Forever, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song The Allegory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп