| Haha, decade and some change later
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| I’m still here
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| Said I was washed up
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| Well I, I am fresh, haha
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| 15th anniversary, taught patience
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| Corks pop like it’s New Year’s in animation
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| Talk stops when I enter New York locations
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| I’m like (?) sedatin'
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| Laminatin' off skin tone alone
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| Hands embracin', feel, I’m still in the zone
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| Emancipation, proclamation
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| Patron
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| Everybody ain’t free, but everybody ain’t me, huh
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| Yeah, I’m a mic fighter, night rider
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| Hermès head instead used to like Prada
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| A lot of, lost souls untold
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| Unfold, see my name in the scrolls
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| Lights, cameras, stars, glitz and glamour
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| Cigars, green jars, European cars bananas
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| And I, live a life so real
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| Upright, so chill, got a psycho feel
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| Still, build with my a-alikes
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| Chef meals, chicks in heels, she can stay the night
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| Say it right, official nigga rap shit
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| Re-flipped, a tribute to my classic…
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| Yeah, we celebratin'
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| Achievement, success
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| The art of wealth
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| See y’all suckers 15 years more from, ya dig?!
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| Hahahahahaha… |