| Part of yo attack kombat don set
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| What a bad one
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| Last of the realist, we know the facts
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| Give 'em a minute, been a year since he had one
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| Tag teaming the demons, we walk freely, free
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| Reachin' over the city
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| Tryna protect my investments, dusty
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| Loops since the last twenty two segments
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| Momma need rent, some love and a necklace
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| Niggas need the most when the less present
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| Trust me, I’ma get that
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| I need the land for my kin, I need all that
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| I’m sleep awake in my skin, cozy eye might fall back, call back
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| My spirits know me closely, they contacts
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| You ain’t lookin', use your contacts
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| Legs up, I’m runnin', no contracts
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| These laps ain’t for the weak or the rats, facts
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| Facts
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| Trust me my nigga
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| Dust, dust, dust
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| Dusty boots, kickin' up envy
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| People caught up in muffled mentals
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| Pantalones in need of bootstraps
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| The traps filled to cusp, overflowin' cups
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| Dusty boots, kickin' up envy
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| People caught up in muffled mentals
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| Pantalones in need of bootstraps
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| The traps filled to cusp, overflowin' cups
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| Dr. Dre
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| A rising tide lift all boats, oh, you don’t got a boat?
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| Niggas betta learn to swim to quote Save Yourself they won’t throw a rope
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| Water at your chest, lies in your throat
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| You gon' see when it at your neck though
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| .38, nothin' special
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| Blood speckle, my visage
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| Art deco, my lineage
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| Echo rock paintings geckos, lizards sun bathin'
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| The rock’s blazin, her maidenhead taken
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| In the tall grass, somethin' waitin'
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| Glaciers breakin', clean as that white
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| Or white rooms where you break, make a statement
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| When the piper come, you people best pay him
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| For God’s sake, you best pray to him
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| You best say the hymn, you not worried 'bout swimmin', you know it won’t be
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| water again
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| I’m gettin' in trouble now
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| Someday |