| I am the provo king, the leader of the unknown beings
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| I am exactly what the fuck you’re thinkin' provo means
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| The line I walk is thinner than a fuckin' yo-yo string
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| So what the fuck is crazy? |
| For me there’s no such thing
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| So much emotion, I can sense it but it’s so unseen
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| Cause when the other side is callin', your phone don’t ring
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| You know what my logo means, wear more than some Polo jeans
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| Somethin', somethin', somethin', virtuoso dreams
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| The tubes is knockin', you pillow talkin in red, white and blue pajamas
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| Sometimes I’m super honest, cause I can’t be who you want me to be
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| Or how they want me to speak
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| Yeah I’m a free thinker, that’s why they’re comin' for me
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| Yeah you niggas asleep, that’s why I’m callin' you sheep
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| Deep fry your mind, you a human omelette with cheese
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| The all seein' eye, the beast monitors me
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| Your mama, your daddy, your auntie, your uncle, your neice
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| And a nigga came up, lookin' in the street lights
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| Tryna dodge a gun, and the judge and police lights
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| We out here starvin' tryna find a way to eat right
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| 'Bout to touch the sky, let a nigga get his feet right
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| Nigga came up, nigga came up
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| I said a nigga came up, a nigga came up
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| A nigga came up, lookin' at the street lights
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| Tryna survive another night on the east side
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| And we out here starvin' tryna find a way to eat right
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| 'Bout to touch the sky, let a nigga get his feet right
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| A nigga came up, a nigga came up
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| I said a nigga came up, a nigga came up
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| Redeem myself for who? |
| Redeem myself for you?
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| Redeem myself for your squad? |
| Redeem myself for your crew?
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| I’m tradin' blows with a giant, I’m in the ring with a deuce
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| I broke myself out the chains, I cut myself out the noose
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| So fuck your slanted review, you write at home in your room
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| So busy spreadin' the hate, you end up missin' the truth
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| You mothafuckas can shove it, I never back down for nothin'
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| The man got his hand up your pants, you just a puppet
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| I’m throwin' a fit and fussin' cause niggas killin' their cousin
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| Make it worse, he just a kid, kid of your mama’s brother
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| Ask the world, can I live, live, live? |
| No discussion
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| 'Fore they put you in the picture, first they gotta check the color
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| Where are your rights that get left in the dust?
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| They get the cheese and don’t throw us the crust
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| Plus sayin' please doesn’t make it a must
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| So we get strapped, give me buck or I bust
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| Dark skinned nigga, light skinned nigga
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| Don’t mean shit when the light man hit yah
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| I said dark skinned nigga, light skinned nigga
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| See you on the news, hope your white friends miss you
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| Cause a nigga came up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Provo King , by - B.o.B. Song from the album New Black, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп