| Yo, yo, I give my all until my all’s all gone
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| I spit the bars til the bars all gone
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| Free from prison now singing my song
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| La, la, la, la, la
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| Take a hit and pass it on
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| Like electric currents pass through computer cable
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| Now you got my song pass it on as I turn table
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| 1,2 and it don’t, you thought it would, but it won’t
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| I stay dirty homie, pass her the soap
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| Clean ass beat to me, I’m real not dope
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| My song will be the sun when I choke
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| Light up the sky when I die home boy
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| Fuck the po, I jump on the moon to get low
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| Hop from star to star trying to find my folks
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| Sometimes I feel lost as a key, find it
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| Start it on, yo, pop in my CD
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| Feel my flow, fill my soul, fill this hole up in my chest
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| Sing my song, when I’m gone
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| My heart will be here when nothing’s left
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| Feel my pain, kill my shame
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| Still I aim to be the best
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| Sing my song, till I’m gone
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| I give my all and nothing less
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| Check it out, I give it all in a song and live it all right or wrong
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| I take y’all two cents, keep moving right along
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| In spite of all he say, I’m right along my DJ
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| Cause if I wanted y’all bull I’d buy it off eBay
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| So keep faith or keep shut
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| Sideline or keep up
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| I write rhymes for me, fuck critics
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| Lick on these nuts, cause no matter how much I give
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| It ain’t enough
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| So I pick up pens, thinking who I should eat up
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| Now would beef but Ex said ease up
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| And every time he bust, I feel like I’m eat up
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| That’s why I speak love
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| Plus he got beats, what the fuck do y’all need
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| We as solid as a tree stump
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| Holling at my peeps up in heaven we gonna meet up
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| But first I gotta drop this verse so keep your feet up
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| And see what we’re going through
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| I give them my all, and all I’m asking from y’all
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| Is just a moment to feel my flow
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| Feel my flow, fill my soul, fill this hole up in my chest
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| Sing my song, when I’m gone
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| My heart will be here when nothing’s left
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| Feel my pain, kill my shame
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| Still I aim to be the best
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| Sing my song, till I’m gone
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| I give my all and nothing less
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| I give it all, don’t take it all
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| Cause I can’t take it all
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| Give it to the naked all
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| People can’t make it tall
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| Short, fat, slim, shit we back in the basement dog
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| Making songs to uplift and folks think we breaking laws
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| Just because it bumps loud crack when we bang our parts
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| Cats can’t get it dog
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| Right back to business, yo
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| Acting like you never seen a white cat spit it raw
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| Man y’all acting like y’all never switched price tags in the mall
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| I did it plus I stole them all
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| Yeah I got caught and told them off
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| I still got a way with the Ralph Lauren polo on
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| And now y’all know the song from the page I wrote it on
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| And smoked up some trees from the same sheet I wrote it on
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| So roll along, sing along, pump ya fists and fight the wrong
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| Running shit like I jog, every day from out the fog
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| And yeah, we after your hearts, to exist
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| Pass a lifetime to this here art
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| Feel my flow, fill my soul, fill this hole up in my chest
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| Sing my song, when I’m gone
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| My heart will be here when nothing’s left
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| Feel my pain, kill my shame
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| Still I aim to be the best
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| Sing my song, till I’m gone
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| I give my all and nothing less |