| Weather on your city block cover across the globe
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| On the rooftop, pocket full of poems
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| Hit the block (block), runnin' when I jump in
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| When the drums stay thumpin'
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| Weather on your city block cover across the globe
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| On the rooftop, pocket full of poems
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| Hit the block (block), runnin' when I jump in
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| When the drums stay thumpin'
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| Aw damn, let me think the starts got to finish
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| Anything that grows will eventually diminish
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| My energy depletes, but it’s instantly replenished
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| Smooth like my skin tone, not a single blemish
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| A menac, 'cause I got a fetish for the frshness
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| I’m trynna live, I walk around with a death wish
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| I’m just trynna step through that next exit, contain the mess and not get
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| reckless
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| Fall back, let’s not be victims
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| It’s got me thinkin' that the block needs fixing
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| I gotta turn my dreams into reality
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| All without panicking, the clock keeps ticking
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| The plot thickens but the top seems distant
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| Gotta find a different route to walk these trenches
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| Pardon if I end up a martyr
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| All the hardest, we gonna make it regardless |