| From what I see, the streets are closing in
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| Systems holding men
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| Captive, trapped in a holding pen
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| Controlling men
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| From what I see, the hustle goes on
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| Niggas with stress stay strong
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| A nigga gotta eat right or wrong
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| From what I see, the streets are closing in
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| Systems holding men
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| Captive, trapped in a holding pen
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| Controlling men
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| From what I see, the hustle goes on
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| Niggas with stress stay strong
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| A nigga gotta eat
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| Finally the gates cracked
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| Inhaled a fresh breeze that took me way back
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| To days of freedom, son we gave 'em seven even
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| Now a free man, prepared a steep plan to see grams
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| Without having to deal with lose grams and unmarked vans
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| Tell me your focus, it seems you like it when police provoke us
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| Lead to us grabbing toasters, shoot to kill when they approach us
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| Instantly tag us, no respect when they bag us
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| Throw us on the wall, feeling niggas up like they faggots
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| Hit you where it hurt, kick in ya door
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| You on the floor, they up ya wifey skirt lookin for raw
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| What is it for? |
| Just for doing dirt tryin to score
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| You broke the law, you just put in work
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| Son in one shot you lose it all
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| Nowadays I never lose sleep
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| Yo Lake, I thought you knew the game was too deep
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| Son the streets pray on niggas who sleep
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| Keep it up son and you’ll be fourty two in the pen
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| With consectutive tens waiting ya turn to do this again
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| From what I see, the streets are closing in
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| Systems holding men
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| Captive, trapped in a holding pen
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| Controlling men
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| From what I see, the hustle goes on
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| Niggas with stress stay strong
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| A nigga gotta eat right or wrong
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| From what I see, the streets are closing in
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| Systems holding men
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| Captive, trapped in a holding pen
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| Controlling men
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| From what I see, the hustle goes on
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| Niggas with stress stay strong
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| A nigga gotta eat
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| Hold up dun you buggin cuz, all of the sudden
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| Now you acting like these niggas don’t owe me nothin
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| You frontin, no you changed nigga, you ain’t the same nigga
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| At all, what up Blitz, huh? |
| You afraid nigga?
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| My word I hate niggas, like you
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| Who do a bid then come home and go back to school
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| Thats weak, I’m gon' hustle to eat 'til I die
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| I don’t give a fuck about writing no rhymes
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| Cuz I grind for mines, got a bubble Benz from it
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| Ya’ll thug niggas thats trying to rap ain’t got nothin
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| You playin yourself trying jump on the stage
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| With ya young ass gear, damn near twenty eight
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| Just face it, its too late you missed ya shot
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| So forget about Blitz turn back to poppin
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| Come hit the block and puts it down
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| Thats word to spit I ain’t feelin you right now
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| Fuck you nigga, I’m writing rhymes
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| I’m choppin dimes
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| Shit, I’m layin low
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| I’m tryin shine, nigga fuck rap
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| Nah, nigga fuck crime
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| I know I ain’t wrong
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| Nigga, you know you ain’t right
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| I’m writing rhymes
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| Nigga, I’m choppin dimes
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| Shit, I’m layin low
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| I’m tryin shine, nigga fuck rap
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| Nah, nigga fuck crime
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| I know I ain’t wrong
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| Shit, you know you ain’t right
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| My hand to Black Ed, the life of crime and slingin crack’s dead
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| For me, its either music or clap feds
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| I see it in your eyes you ain’t changed duke, you ain’t learned shit
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| Still flippin, runnin with young G’s ready to burn clips
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| You fucking right, cuz I missed a lot
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| I was nineteen when they knocked me pop
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| And you expect me to not sling?
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| Seeing all these bitch niggas frontin
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| Knowin they ain’t been threw it or did nothin
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| I see your vision, but still can’t understand how you livin
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| As if you never took a journey from prison, open your eyes
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| They are, and for you I see nothin happened
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| You rappin to yourself still walking from Queens Plaza
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| (Lake)
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| Yeah but I’m still me, nigga still G
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| And while, you behind the wall I’ll be still free
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| You wilin' on these streets son (I don’t care)
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| I see you headed back up north (But you ain’t headed no where)
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| When you trapped between right or wrong
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| Do you fold or move right along?
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| Make a decision quick, shit is thick
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| When you trapped between right or wrong
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| Do you fold or move right along?
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| Make a decision quick, shit is thick
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| When you trapped between right or wrong
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| Do you fold or move right along?
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| Make a decision quick, shit is thick
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| When you trapped between right or wrong
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| Do you fold or move right along?
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| Make a decision quick, shit is thick
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| When you trapped between right or wrong
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| Do you fold or move right along?
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| Make a decision quick, shit is thick
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| When you trapped between right or wrong
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| Do you fold or move right along?
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| Make a decision quick, shit is thick |