| Crazy, lately how the world is baby
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| (You may) have to find a way on your own
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| Oh all that glitters ain’t gold
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| You’ll always reap what you sow
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| And once you shine, they’ll all know
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| A South Central state of mind
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| Devout Christians and niggas doing time
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| Where everybody be trying to shine under that hollywood sign
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| I been in line ever since I was six
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| I saw Magic and LL and I just wanted to be rich, cause we wasn’t
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| We was struggling, I never got anything I wanted as a kid
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| I would see other kids and get pissed
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| Like they got mad gifts for Christmas
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| Yo, how did Santa miss us?
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| It’s time to grow up and get bucks
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| Seen these rappers dive them big trucks pulling up to big cribs
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| I told my mama that that’s how I wanna live
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| So I picked up a pen and started rapping bout riches
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| Having dreams about prostituting my image to get bitches
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| Then I changed it up cause I was lame as fuck
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| And this rapper ate me up
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| Never that, you only after major bucks, you ain’t the same as us
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| Blu been kicking raps back when kids was kicking snaps
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| Eating grandma’s chicken bags in the back
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| Bout to bust rolling up, thinking of the dopest shit
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| I just need to get some beats to get my niggas in the streets
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| And yeah we did, but when I bumped into Exile, I realized
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| That it’s about getting respect and not the checks
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| Now I checked out a bunch of shit I slept on and kept making songs
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| Hoping one day I would catch on, then I wrote my best songs
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| Expressing the truth about my adolescence
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| That’s when blessings start falling from the heavens, like
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| Crazy, lately how the world is baby
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| (You may) have to find a way on your own
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| Oh all that glitters ain’t gold
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| You’ll always reap what you sow
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| And once you shine, they’ll all know
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| I remember when Hip Hop was the only soley thing I had to do, that young
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| Aceyalonely one
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| And everyone that know me so I feel of a can
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| Tried to do a back spin on my head and my hand
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| Even got two records to blend, was a fan till I seen a mic right on a stand
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| And that’s right, they understand, yo we made it a lifestyle
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| The wildstyle freestyle finally I’m nice now
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| Wow, tell em to pipe down
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| Still never compares to that incredible right now
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| That on the spot beat rocks, I get a rush
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| With the world on my shoulder and love in my clutch
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| Doing too much to touch us, way more than golden
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| Roses on the stage when the last show closes
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| Rolling to the steel drag right on the asphalt
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| Thanking my lucky stars that I’m here for the last part
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| The art, the last should be right at the start
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| Leimert Park, lying heart, that’s a circle of sharks
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| Off the charts just to be a never forgotten we keep rockin
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| Tamahawk talking the stocking the new concoction
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| And building blocks in when the beautiful mile is the only option to not be in
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| a box or a coffin
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| Crazy, lately how the world is baby
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| (You may) have to find a way on your own
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| Oh all that glitters ain’t gold
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| You’ll always reap what you sow
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| And once you shine, they’ll all know
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| A revelation to the world (it's never been fine)
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| Only when it’s blackened out (can you see the stars)
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| I dream in blackness
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| I’m the brilliant brightest light shining in blackness
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| I dream, I dream, I dream, I dream
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| I’m the brilliant brightest light and I shine
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| A revalation to the world (it's never been fine)
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| You may shine in Hollywood (I shine on Crenshaw)
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| I dream (blackness)
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| I’m the brilliant brightest light shining in blackness
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| I dream, I dream, I dream, I dream
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| I’m the brilliant brightest light and I shine
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| Blue is one of the most beautiful colors in the world
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| The sky is blue, you got a clear day, people pour out to the beach,
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| the water’s blue, it’s green without pollution, and everybody’s having fun
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| How do you associate blue with such a sad, slumped down state of unhappiness?
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| That’s not the blues, those are the clouds |