| Back when I first grabbed that pen
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| I told myself I was gon' win
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| And I ain’t know when
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| But it was gon' end up happenin', I want in
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| So you can take your top 5 list
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| Dead or alive, and put me after Em
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| I’m a fuckin' genius
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| Grippin' my fuckin' penis, livin' this life
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| You can’t tell me nothin'
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| Still ain’t really got no money, fuckin' right
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| I’m all about that real, about that real
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| This ain’t no motion picture
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| I tell you how that feel, how that feel
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| Even when the odds against you
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| They wanna see me wearin' Polo drawers
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| Put two chains on, and that ain’t wrong
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| But that ain’t me, I go too damn hard
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| I don’t need clothes or jewelry to stand out
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| Black lip nigga with his hair wild, too damn proud
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| Been killin' this since Cam made «Oh Boy»
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| Oh boy, I’m the man now
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| TDE, put the money in my hand, ain’t shit free
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| This business is quick sand and I won’t sink
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| Put the pistol in my hand and I won’t think
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| Blat, blat, blat! |
| Rest in peace
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| You just made room for the next to be
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| I never been afraid to say what I wanna say
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| When I wanna say it, okay then
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| Furthermore, we do this for y’all
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| Rap is stressin', but it pays great
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| That is, until you lose appeal
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| And your release date get date raped
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| Stay safe, hold your head
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| I got two fish and a loaf of bread
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| Feed the people food for thought
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| ‘Cause we all equal, who’d have thought?
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| They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
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| They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
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| They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
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| They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
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| You can have all my shine, I’ll give you the light
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| You can have all my shine, I’ll give you the light
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| I used to wanna rap like Jay Z
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| Now I feel I could run laps 'round Jay Z
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| Nas ain’t seen nothin' this nasty
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| BIG and Pac got it comin' when I pass, too
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| You got the mic? |
| I ain’t the one you wanna pass to
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| My niggas say my new shit past due
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| I paid dues, even got that shit tattooed
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| HiiiPower on another plateau
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| I know you know we need a few plaques too
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| The brand new niggas with a attitude
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| Poppin' in Compton or Timbuktu
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| I might even sell my new shit for ten bucks too
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| Too ill when I jot these words, true eel when I shock the world
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| I know life’s a bitch
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| When you know life’s a bitch, then that’s not your girl
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| Cold shit, I’m hot though, like coal get, Ab-Soul
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| This is a shift in paradigm
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| I remember when I couldn’t spare a dime
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| Now I step in with a pair of dimes, on P’s, y’all know me
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| Flow like water, admiralty, the best author ever to breathe
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| And as we proceed to follow these dreams, I ain’t losin' no sleep
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| No-no on them NoDoz, just know «no» if it’s no dough
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| So high, but I’m Soulo, two cups and I sip slow
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| Takin' my time, we don’t just shine, we illuminate the whole show
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| Now let’s go!
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| They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
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| They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
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| They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
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| They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
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| You can have all my shine, I’ll give you the light
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| You can have all my shine, I’ll give you the light
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| Time and time, I drop line for line but only time will tell
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| If I ever go Columbine and cop thirty 9s and cock back and kill
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| See, the truth is they wanna know
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| How close me, Dre, and Snoop is
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| Or how the shoe fits when they choose this
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| To beat 2Pac, but truth, I give two shits
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| 'Bout expectations or critics hatin'
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| Shit, I just put Moms on vacation
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| Bitch, you never know my new location, it’s across nations
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| Court cases get thrown out
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| So tell the mothafuckin' king dethrone now
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| I am ruler, I am highness, the Prince Zamunda
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| I am the shit like what the prune does
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| Black on black tint like Kinte Kunta
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| Black is back, bitch, I’m kin to Kunta
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| Black-on-black crime resent the shooter
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| Blat, blat, blat! |
| I intend to mute ya
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| Racks on racks, I don’t rap on tracks
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| Without my A-game, so please don’t ask me about no pressure
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| Bitch, with the grip of my fingertip I can hold this coast together
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| They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
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| They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
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| They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
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| They wanna share my light, they wanna share my light
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| You can have all my shine, I’ll give you the light
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| You can have all my shine, I’ll give you the light |