| Walk on! |
| Walk on!
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| Trophy Music
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| Phenomenal
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| Check
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| Disrespects a no-no
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| I’m far from a homo
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| I see things coming
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| My heart pump No Doz
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| Alpha male ego
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| Refuse to be played
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| Though I’m older in years
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| Some things don’t change
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| Bad habits Die Hard in regards to Bruce Willis
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| Not a felon, don’t cop pleas for my life, the no killer
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| Don’t vie for the limelight
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| Speaking metaphoric like the Greek god name, I’m Loki
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| For me it’s
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| Been a long time since I popped a pistol
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| Been a long while having street beef as an issue
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| Young niggas, eye fighting, O’s too old for the nonsense
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| Death wish candidates, my .44 will bark at
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| Every now and then a kid try to pull a stunt
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| I tell em think hard before you pose a threat to the god
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| Don’t violate my space cause if you come into my arms length
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| I’m stealing without breaking a sweat under my armpits
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| (Walk on!) You motherfuckers need to just (Walk on!)
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| (Walk on!) My advice for y’all is (Walk on!)
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| I’m big in the heart though I’m 5'8″
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| See me, you Schwarzenegger muscle heads don’t mean a thing
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| I don’t scare easily, matter fact
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| All it’ll take is an ice pick to make your big ass fold
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| Poke holes in your sternum
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| This new breed of vermin
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| Need a lesson sometime
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| Like Fishburne in Higher Learning
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| Acquire the street regents on deceiving
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| See most quiet niggas will flip and start beasting
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| Blood dripping down your body, piss, fecal
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| Matters you push, triggered from an over sized ego
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| What you start I finish, where the Popeye talk now?
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| Your cartoon character pipe, and canned spinach, I’m
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| Robert Downey in Sherlock Holmes
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| Describing the déjà vu before it unfolds
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| I advise you to listen and do as you’re told
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| Not what I say, but how I say it
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| In a certain tight tone, keep
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| Everybody now-a-days on that street shit
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| Before I read The Art of War my thoughts was Sun Tzu
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| In my lifetime, won some, lost some, yet it taught me
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| Never puff out your chest prematurely, seeing
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| Many so called martyrs die hard
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| But it fueled my pen game, then the rap thing started
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| Hood hero, hate against me close to zero
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| Walked through hoods with respect like Pinero
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| Never been robbed, one deep when I ride
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| Barbershop talk O is live but he always calm
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| An OG like my man’s name
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| My hood pass got a lifetime membership
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| For those too young, under 26
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| Others put them on, there’s a chance I knows your mom
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| The cons, I knew them all
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| Times are retro, so please don’t try to test ho
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| A warning in advance, I’m giving you a chance, just |