| Nah, it’s time to go to.
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| What happened?
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| What, what?
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| Ok, ok
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| Aight, this is how it went down, here we go.
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| We talkin' a few years before you even appeared
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| I was into my little gear
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| Yeah — weed and my beer
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| Hustlin' out of fear, fear of bein' a square
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| Like them cowards with no gear
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| They just breathin' the air
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| Son, clear, but didn’t realize life ain’t fair
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| With one drive-by, it could end your life right there
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| Though I’m a fly guy, from then, tied my Nikes, like chea
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| Fuck the world we can fight right here, I don’t scare
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| From beer, no more nightmares here, not a tear
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| I was straighter than the white man’s hair
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| Met Nasir, had that hype that year
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| Like a kite, threw me a mic
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| I took flight right there, chea
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| Rap wise I was nice I swear
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| Went fool with the jewels, even iced my ears
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| New school, I was cool, wore righteous wears
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| But from the door they didn’t like that there, I ain’t care
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| As long as I left the china white right there
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| And understood that you could change a life through prayer
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| But it’s all good, police even politely stared
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| It was unreal, but still now it feels slightly weird
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| I was spared, gave love, taught my peers
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| Though it was rough, never gave up, fought my fears
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| Now it’s like «what?»
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| I’m G’ed up, awesome glare
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| Entertainer from the streets with a sportsman’s flair
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| [Outro: AZ &
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| There, that’s good enough for you?
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| Listen man, don’t worry about that now, just go to sleep
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| I’ll tell you that later on. |
| but you know what?
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| I got one more quick story to tell you
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| Maybe you could take this story, and tell your friends at school this one:
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| Heeeeere we go!
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| Out the gate, he who hate — himself ain’t straight
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| He a snake, he the type who send himself upstate
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| Catch a case for a plate
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| He ain’t have to take, he coulda
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| Played it safe, said his grace and ate
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| But it’s fate, when a person makes certain mistakes
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| What a waste, how the world. |