| Hit-Boy
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| G. Ry got me
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| Look
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| Fuck rap, I’m a street legend, block love me with a deep reverence
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| I was birthed in a C-section
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| Hella cops and police presence
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| We got opps so we keep weapons
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| , we on y’all block while y’all eat breakfast
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| A lot of shots, we broke street records
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| Watch how you talk, I got reflexes
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| , watchin' your cheap necklace
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| Then we slide out the East exit
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| But every time we get to fuckin' niggas up, TMZ catch it
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| Y’all still learnin' street lessons?
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| From the mastermind, first you master grind, then your team catch it
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| This time it’s for the money, I don’t need credit
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| And I’m the don 'cause the streets said it, look
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| [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle,
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| Big Sean
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| Both
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| Fuck rap, I’m a street legend
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| And I’m the don 'cause the streets said it
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| Block love me with a deep reverence (Yeah, woah)
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| And I’m the don 'cause the streets said it (Yeah)
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| And I got pressure on me
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| Seven days a week, it’s game seven on me
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| Life’ll test you out, you live through that, that’s testimony
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| Givin' them hell, but how in the hell I got all these blessings on me?
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| Most of the girls I know addicted to social media
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| All the time they put in, they could’ve wrote encyclopedias
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| Mama said it only takes one time to fuck up your whole Wikipedia
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| And as your son, I can see the type of light that you see me in
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| After what happened to Nipsey, I reached out to Kendrick
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| It wasn’t even no real issues there to begin with
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| Lack of communication and wrong information
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| From people fueled by their ego, it’s like mixin' flames with diesel
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| Energy crazy, I realized that it’s a two-way street
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| What’s comin' is goin', if it don’t give you more, it drains you
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| Should be a billionaire based on the time off I’m not takin'
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| Probably why this shit with me get crazy and we lost a baby
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| And everybody around me think I’m the one
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| But we all just one of ones, and I’m walkin' out the crib
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| They ask me where I’m goin', I told them, «I'm going on another ten-year run»
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| Niggas is bangin' over blocks that they don’t own, thinkin' that’s home
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| Boy, you think that’s where you from? |
| You don’t really know where you from
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| You don’t how deep your roots is or what your ancestors had done
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| So, God bless all of the sons and daughters
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| Who knew they history so they knew where to take it farther
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| And all the ones that stuck with me like good barbers
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| Lookin' at my life story, God’s a good author
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| Never was the loudest in the room, we move like ninjas
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| And if it cost your peace of mind, it might be too expensive
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| So I can’t give you everything that you want from me for free though
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| Get you one shot in life, you might not be able to reload
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| So advanced, I need all my advances
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| Bro hit me up for cash like we didn’t have the same chances
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| My dad hit me up like, «Why I don’t live in a mansion?»
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| I’m tryna focus, but baby girl keep holdin' my mind for ransom
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| And that ain’t how it supposed to be, this man Hov got to a B
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| And his name Shawn too, I almost felt like it was me
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| Damn, I realized all my setbacks were inside of me
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| In high school, I learned chemistry, biology
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| But not how to cope with anxiety
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| Or how I could feel like I’m by myself on an island
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| With depression on all sides of me (Damn)
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| With a Glock seventeen right on the side of me (Hol' up)
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| Look, I ain’t think I had the thought of suicide in me
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| Until life showed me all these different sides of me
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| Too many times I thought the reaper was outside for me (Ooh)
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| And how the fuck it’s people that never met me that hate me?
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| I wonder if they understand that I meditate daily
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| And feel like my life purpose is to give inspiration
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| Despite the hit songs that there’s just no escapin'
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| That I take care of my family and beat the odds that were deadly
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| You hate that, that just reflects your lack of succession, bless 'em
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| If it ain’t Nipsey blue, it’s Detroit blue
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| This that Detroit 2, I’m bringin' it back to my hood like d-boys do
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| Gone (Gone)
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| So, the collaboration though, with Nipsey and who?
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| Aw man, I’d probably say Payroll, eh, or Tee Grizzley
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| Me and Big Sean talked about doin' somethin' recently, too
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| So, you know, all of them, I’ma, I’ma tap in with all of Detroit
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| Fuck rap, I’m a street legend
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| Block love me with a deep reverence |