| Word up right?
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| I, I just be on some chill shit man
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| I ain’t even
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| You can’t be studying all that sucker shit man
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| I Jus-, just living life you know I mean
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| Peep the graph
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| Fix it’s handcrafted gem into classics
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| This rap shit keeps fans attracted
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| The black Ben Affleck
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| Fuck shades and fancy jackets
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| Just, jeans and J’s the hat be backwards
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| Came from clapping back
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| Just to rapping immaculate
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| I happen to have it the Mannerism
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| Passion to magic
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| My fabric authentic
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| More centric
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| War vintage chic
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| Shit been deep since my entrance
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| And than a sentence poetry erupts
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| With no incentive, shoulder, greez or lust
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| Flow relentless, overseas or must
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| To manifest my presence
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| The last of the legends
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| Signs are seven
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| My mind define heaven
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| My rhyme’s a
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| My shines times eleven
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| Crime spreadin'
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| The poor they want more
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| Or they want war
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| You they Honchos
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| Blunt store, Tobacco stores
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| Of course the boss wants more
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| No back and forth with
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| I’m lost
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| Big boys want them big toys
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| Want that big money
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| Why won’t we live comfy
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| (Haha) Your jewels is all chunky
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| (Ha) I’m a Hip-Hop junkie
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| Niggas can’t take it from me
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| Can’t give it
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| This is how I live it
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| Fuck on it! |