| Like this ha
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| You never know really
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| Whether they foe or friendly
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| Got drama? |
| I’m gonna try to get it over quickly
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| I’m like, «Oh really? |
| You ain’t a soldier silly.»
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| I couple scuffles don’t add to a war silly
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| Even the greediest of people don’t want it with me
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| Got 'em thinkin' dissin' Blueprint; |
| sorta risky
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| I leave 'em sort of dizzy, like they drinkin' port of whiskey
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| Or hit the el Jesus, shout out to John Whiskey
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| My shit the bombdigi
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| Come sing along with me
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| No Ls all Ws, I’m Bobby Digi
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| You like Bobby Jimmy
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| Or Com and Diddy
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| Write a lie and anybody with a story feel me
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| I write the fire even if it’s feelin' cold and chilly
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| Then send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
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| I write the fire even if it’s feelin' cold and chilly
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| Then send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
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| C’mon man. |
| Ain’t nobody fuckin' with me
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| I ain’t tell you motherfuckers. |
| Ain’t nobody fuckin' with me
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| This is the day to day
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| Rip the papermate
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| Write a banger get it played in a major way
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| If you a stranger to the game you gotta pay to play
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| I get the dame, then the fame then fade away
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| My freestyle is my saving grace
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| But I still hold down the writtens just like a paper weight
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| So even cats that claim to hate
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| Have to ad-mit that Print spits the gospels with Amazing Grace
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| Mind state’s 88
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| Beats with crazy bass
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| Before the MP3s, double decks makin' tapes
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| The fist fight era where the worst was a razor blade
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| You can get slashed but still live to fight a later day
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| But now-a-days they make it so you can’t escape
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| They put you on ice, not let you skate away
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| This is the day to day, gotta get my paper straight
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| Cause the crooked people made me wait
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| Who told you bein' lazy pays? |
| They was wrong
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| Chillin' til your face is gray then you’re dead and gone
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| I’m here to pave the way and do it on my own
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| Printmatic is back to save the day with a song
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| So move back
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| Outro
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| Fuckin'…c'mon on man. |
| How long I been gone?
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| Y’all ain’t got no better. |
| I do this for real man
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| Y’all still sorry. |
| Suckin' and shit. |
| I’m still the hardest out |