| You can’t see without no direction
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| Excuse me if you think I’m blessed
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| I smoke my weed, listen to Sade
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| I ain’t got time for no check
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| Cause the police got my people down here
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| The police shot my people down here
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| So you can keep my reservations
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| Cause I won’t wait to vent for no one
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| I don’t know what you came here for
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| What do you take me for?
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| Wake up and praise the lord
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| I even pray for yours
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| They see evil, I see people
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| They see life, I see ghosts
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| Feed you bullshit, teach you bullshit
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| And you breathe it, fuck your smoke
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| I know I’m on another level anyway
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| I feel amazing, I hope you’re doing OK
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| I wish the best for you but I can’t keep you safe
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| So I lay low, on my wave, I might say so
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| Could have been different, could have been fatal
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| Wishing on a star and a rainbow
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| Tryna find a pot of gold on my way home
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| On my way home
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| Judgement day was today
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| I love life, they wanna kill me
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| Right before I die, I’ll rise
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| I’m crucified
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| You can’t see without no direction
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| Excuse me if you think I’m blessed
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| I smoke my weed, listen to Sade
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| I ain’t got time for no check
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| Cause the police got my people down here
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| The police shot my people down here
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| So you can keep my reservations
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| Cause I won’t wait to vent for no one
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| Grew up in a jungle where the lion kills another
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| Wears the mane, man, then roars «suck your mudda»
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| Grew up in an ends where a nigga’s baby mama
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| Leaves the papa and then goes and fucks the brudda
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| Grew up in a place where the poor people suffering
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| The rich just going by the borough
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| I grew up in the scene where they don’t want a chart-topper
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| They want to see us clash and kill each other, ahh
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| Should I scream?
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| Or should I Martin Luther King and have a dream?
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| Made my first bag when I was only 16
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| You times that by ten, you get half a sixteen
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| I’ve grown now
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| My new deal, I’m tryna hold out
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| Tell iTunes I need the whole cloud
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| I used to sell yay, watch the throne now
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| I’mma put my foot on the game until I’m thrown out
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| Renowned, the empire they could never diminish
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| Got a mill from Channel 4, could you handle them figures?
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| We can sign an artist or we can publish your lyrics
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| We ain’t even started, that’s just a humble beginning
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| You can’t see without no direction
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| Excuse me if you think I’m blessed
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| I smoke my weed, listen to Sade
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| I ain’t got time for no check
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| Cause the police got my people down here
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| The police shot my people down here
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| So you can keep my reservations
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| Cause I won’t wait to vent for no one
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| Rich nigga, poor me
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| I don’t think them man are ready
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| Yeah, I don’t think they know that man are ready
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| Mmm, walk in my shoes, I never had Giuseppes
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| I rapped white then put in the banks, I’m Benny
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| Penny for my thoughts, just to hit the belly
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| I’d hit my jaw, paw-licker, I want Henny on my corpse
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| I’m in hell’s kitchen and I’m ready for my chores
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| Ever since the mandem took the lead, it’s been awks
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| Yeah, so turn the music up loud
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| I’ve been doing this for donkey, now the youts are buckwild
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| It was run with, I saw you get run down
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| Weekends in the lab, I guess the losers won now
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| Never listened to what my mama said
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| She said our father’s prayer now my father’s dead
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| If what goes around comes around, when does karma end?
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| I’m so close to taking shit too far again
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| Judgement day was today
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| I love life, they wanna kill me
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| Right before I die, I’ll rise
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| I’m crucified
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| You can’t see without no direction
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| Excuse me if you think I’m blessed
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| I smoke my weed, listen to Sade
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| I ain’t got time for no check
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| Cause the police got my people down here
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| The police shot my people down here
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| So you can keep my reservations
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| Cause I won’t wait to vent for no one
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| Uh huh, I never thought I’d meet my idols
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| Never thought the youts I’d meet would idolise me, what are we, disciples?
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| Death before dishonour, that’s our street survival
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| Niggas wait for them to throw us the book just to read the Bible
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| I’mma pedal to the meddle, tryna leave the cycle
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| Looking in the mirror, I can see my rival
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| They all want the Jigga wave until they see the Tidal
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| People multiply to take away and that’s how they divide you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crucifly , by - Avelino. Song from the album Young Fire, Old Flame, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп