| Finally from every dimension with few restrictions
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| From up north to the youth detentions, I lay it down
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| Clear enough for who choose to listen, we all thorough
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| Infected by cruel intentions, but who the wise
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| The lies got two disguises, the surprise
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| Is to know when to utilize it, stay alert
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| The street talkers say the worst
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| So overall you gotta watch where you play in the dirt, it’s just the rules
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| A killer could be just as cool, it’s no image
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| Camouflaged right next to the
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| Fools, so who’s who
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| It’s the game that chooses you
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| A lot of shit is more easier to say than do, show and prove
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| Maintainers never blow they cool
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| Understand, every man should really know these jewels, I’m feeling live
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| Slim with a gorilla vibe
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| Away from haters cause I know what they feel inside, but never worry
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| Blowing cess in the dark (What your day about?)
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| Playing chess in the park (What your day about?)
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| Taking trips every week (What your day about?)
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| Spending chips on them freaks (What your day about?)
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| Getting money all night (What your day about?)
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| Betting houses on the dice (What your day about?)
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| Got your vest and your heat (What your day about?)
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| Get respect in the street (What your day about?)
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| Young in the mind with a old spirit
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| Hot blood with a heart that’s so frigid, melodic music
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| Expressed through slow lyrics
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| I only spit it for the niggas that hold digits, and don’t front
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| I know about the coke blunts and Remy nights
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| Got a cousin up in Elmira sending me kites
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| I’m felt, the ice in my ears don’t melt
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| I could drink a whole bottle for delf and won’t belch
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| Believe it’s the same me ducking the D’s
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| Eighty-six with the do-rag, cuff in the Lee’s
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| Appraise this, biological' I’m ageless
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| Psychologically, I show amazement
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| Salute, been blessed with the of a coupe
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| Hoping the real just respect what I’m trying to produce
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| Quiet Money is the empire, bigger than rapping
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| Fuck niggas cause I been fire, that’s what’s that
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| From the streets to the track board
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| Bubble up, from the crack to the rap laws, visualize
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| We all uncivilized, the trained behavior
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| As kids taught to memorize, copy and mimic
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| I travel through the blocks that’s dimmest
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| Fly nigga, use my teeth to pop the top off a Guinness, never hate
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| With the hunger of a heavyweight
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| I stay balanced in the mind when I meditate, and blow trees
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| Every verse is like a o-z
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| I know niggas in the 'hood like they know me, so no beefing
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| It’s nothing that could stop me from eating, too in tune
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| Taught to heal through the doctrines and teaching, redeemed
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| For women I’m the man of their dreams, stand alone
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| When I zone nothing coming between, let’s get money
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| The trick is to flip money, double up
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| Dirty or legit money, it’s all the same |