| General guide line for life I
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| Can’t kill my vibe, be confined, my
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| Come to NY city, I’m in the skyline
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| But we find diamond, my nigga, we ain’t find diamond
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| Hit the Halasca for cheap plates
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| Hit the Hideline, that’s a cheap date
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| I ain’t worried who fuck he is
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| Do what you do, girl, fuck it, we live
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| Hundred niggas yellin' NY back,
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| I hear them rapping, they only said NY back
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| From Queens to Harlem, to Garden, I’m only here NY clap
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| I’mma move out the Callie, got a little thing at the Valley
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| And this one girl, I had her for hooka
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| I wish I knew for short how to maneuver her
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| Proof, through the city like a presidential motor K
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| On my way to the motherfucking stone shape
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| On my mind, I’m smokin' that great A
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| Runnin' with the same niggas since grade A
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| You ain’t never seen no strange ones appear
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| My niggas been the same ones for year
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| Niggas been the same most for years
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| I don’do it for the peers, I do it for the fam
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| All of my anger is clear
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| Other day, yo, I was shopping other day yo
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| Got a call from my nigga Chay, yo
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| I gotta get away, yo
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| Who’s the niggas like everyday
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| 18 months, I’mma get into a bus
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| Comin' up and we never lookin' back
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| Need the rags and the cuts that bleed deep
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| Three ducks in the truck like bip bip
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| Life is what you make of it, that’s Plato |