| Yeaaaahhh, ooowee, Puerta Ricc, Kuntry King
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| Oooohh, this is all I am, this is all I am
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| This is all that I am, the soul of a man
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| In these streets and they keep callin' me
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| And I can’t change who I am, I just do what I can
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| In these streets but they won’t get the best of me
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| I wake up every morning gotta stash some rubberbands in that
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| Look at my city like one day I’m gon be runnin' that
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| Runnin' through the traps, one day I’m gonna run from that
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| Cookin' up this crack, takin' everything that come from that
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| Where the love is at, homeboy love don’t live here
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| When our patnas dead and gone, we let the liquor shed tears
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| Keep my face dry as dirt, watch out for the copper
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| Wanna dick up in a dirt, nigga we some young blocksters
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| Like a locker, yeah, that’s how we lock down the trap
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| Not realizin' that, we the only ones trapped
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| Where the combination at, I’m tryna break free from that
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| Got too many mouths to feed, shit I can’t turn my back
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| Now that I’m seein' that my life is out of focus
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| And I couldn’t see that, wit my eyes wide open |
| A hard nigga trippin' offa purp that he smokin'
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| My addiction to the fast life is higher than the dope is nigga
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| This is all that I am, the soul of a man
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| In these streets and they keep callin' me
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| And I can’t change who I am, I just do what I can
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| In these streets but they won’t get the best of me
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| I’m in the rap game now, I’m the center of attention
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| Snatchin' pillows from these niggas, just to make these niggas listen
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| Prolly fiction, no time to sellin' all this fiction
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| Feel that friction, when my eyes get to twitchin'
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| When it comes to the beef, that when my finger get’s to itchin'
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| Haters hide behind smiles, they don’t really want the issue
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| Temperature on the thermometer, show you I’m the sickest
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| I stuck to my fans like a sticker, they hands up like a sticker
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| They love a real nigga, my songs on they way and they keep gettin' bigger
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| And I don’t give a damn what nigga say he sicker
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| Nigga you can be reignin' but pimpin' I’m off the meter
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| I’m headed to the top so see ya
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| I’m holdin' on to the game like some C cups |
| Cause you lookin' don’t mean you can see us
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| See me, feel me, more than a hit song
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| I’m goin ham in this bitch until I’m dead and gone yeah
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| This is all that I am, the soul of a man
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| In these streets and they keep callin' me
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| And I can’t change who I am, I just do what I can
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| In these streets but they won’t get the best of me
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| I raise trouble by the drugs, wish it was sunny side up
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| Wishin' one day that the sun come and shine on us
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| Feel my soul boilin' out the bottom of the pot
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| On my block tryna make my mark
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| Get lined in chalk, seem like that’s where we end up
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| How we gonna do right, when we don’t know which way is up
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| Why ya’ll tryna be tough, tough is what I’m being
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| When it comes to the streets, that’s how my heart beating
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| And when it comes to jail, I can take that beating
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| And not one of ya’ll can fill the shoes that I be in
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| And ya’ll really can’t feel the shit that I go through
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| Unless you niggas really goin' through the shit too
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| Real recognize real that’s why I feel you
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| Why they feel me? |
| I’m the realest that they close to |
| Life is like a jump shot you gotta follow through
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| Even if the curtains close, I will still shine through nigga
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| This is all that I am, the soul of a man
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| In these streets and they keep callin' me
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| And I can’t change who I am, I just do what I can
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| In these streets but they won’t get the best of me
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| Big Kuntry King, just get money man
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| Just doin' ya thang, that’s the name of the game
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| Hey, Big Kuntry King, just get money man
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| Just doin' ya thang, that’s the name of the game
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| Big Kuntry King |