| My turn
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| Texture
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| Official
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| Lab Techs
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| Face twister
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| I’m standing like this
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| I stand upon things
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| Man amongst child, LeBron James
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| Looking over my kingdom
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| Soul music cause it’s coming from the soul, nigga
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| Roll with us
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| It don’t take much to get a song written
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| Stevie did it with the shades yet it’s still called vision
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| We did it with no fame or recognition
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| Fuck the critics, keep on ticking and bring ya’ll vintage
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| Huh, you need bangers?
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| I speak the truth, it’s not arrogance
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| We staying in your box like Yao Ming for the next 1,000 seasons
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| We that hungry
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| Put out product like we got loot to work with
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| This is marchin' music
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| Put your heart into it
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| I’m gon' walk you through it
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| Just follow the drums
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| It go 1−2, left-right, get right, spit life
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| This is marchin' music
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| Put your heart into it
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| I’m gon' walk you through it
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| Just follow the drums
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| It go 3−4, back, front, stand up, hands
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| I’ve done seen both sides of the fence
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| From strip club to churches
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| And used both in verses without needing tips
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| He was raised a humble child, now he’s a pimp
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| Put albums on every corner, watch the dollars come in
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| Such a quiet boy
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| So he made «Marchin' Music»
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| Disobeyed
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| Walk a fine line
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| They same I’m not conscious
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| And got Jordans int he closet
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| At the same time they telling me my shit’s not gangsta
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| Cause not every word’s not a cuss
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| And every girl’s not a slut
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| Wanna put labels on music, and you just can’t do it
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| So we gon be strong
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| We like the boys in the trench coats
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| Only we
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| Columbine rifles with the jackets closed up
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| The squad from the A-A
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| And we know
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| You better march and move with the bass
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| This is the way music is made
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| It’s the squad from the A-A
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| Keep acting like we not here to take things
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| And you gon' see when the army come
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| Just follow the drums |