| It’s not luck, I punch the clock, tough as fuck
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| All my ATL fam handlin' bucks
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| All my NYC crony put up
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| Beads on the abacus, rack 'em up
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| Weird to think that I’m still on break (Still?)
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| For twenty plus, I been out to lunch (Ay!)
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| Plenty punks mouth spoutin' dust (Ay!)
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| Built a bridge and just burnt shit up
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| Fuck I care about «life's not fair,»
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| Look we lucky just breathin' air (Yeah…)
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| Me and Mike here, zonin' out
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| Fly for years now no come down
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| You see air, I see lack of smoke (oh)
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| Smoke until my face fro-yo (oh no!)
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| Round or flat, shit Earth’s a trap
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| ACME factory, you’re da rat
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| Light years stylin over y’all pile of gomers
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| Style will lift your ghost out your loafers
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| Smile or pout you can’t hold him
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| Name ring out to y’all golems
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| Fuck your elite, delete, delete
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| Indeed when da meek’ll seize the street
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| Hear screams of «retreat,» beamed from da fiends and the finks
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| Funny how quick shit change, one blink
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| Lil Foot, Lil Foot
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| Come to the mountain
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| Come get your love
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| Lil Foot, Lil Foot
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| Come to the mountain
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| Uncanny love
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| (Fuck your elite, delete, delete)
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| Get some D’usse in yo cup, you’re feelin' righteous
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| 'Bout to raise these fuckas up like I’m Osiris
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| Lil Foot, Lil Foot
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| Come to the mountain
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| Come get your love
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| (Delete, delete)
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| What is the dark matter with you?
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| What is the dark matter with you?
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| Hmmm?
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| I am not changing one bit, I am the shit, I am as good as it gets
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| I have been needy and greedy for more since I suckled my young momma’s tits (Ah!
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| Can not be silent when I see these suckas
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| And I know they soft as it gets
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| Soft as a baby shit, dump in a diaper
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| You walk in a pit and it’s filled up with vipers
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| This villain is vicious is vary that I see the only thing matters around here
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| is victory
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| Hickory dickory dock, word to my watch
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| Yo bitch is all on my cock, word to the Ak-inyele
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| Forehead was all on my belly and I was slappin' the jelly
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| And she ate pussy like Ellen and her convo was compellin'
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| But back to this murderous verses, I verts for the verses 'fore I got
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| distracted all on that bitch
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| I am patiently, happily sewin' a tapestry
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| Filled with obscenities, strippers and activists
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| I’m the Bukowski of rhyme
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| Bitch I am me in my prime! |
| Bitch do you follow that line?
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| Follow or shut the fuck up, pistol and fist throw it up, yup
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| What is the dark matter with you?
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| What is the dark matter with you?
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| Hmmm?
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| Ooh, your friendship, it come and go
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| Your strangers are so scared when no one will go
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| Finger on the button, keep it 100, right?
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| (What?)
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| Lil Foot, Lil Foot
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| Come to the mountain
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| Come get your love
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| Lil Foot, Lil Foot
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| Come to the mountain
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| Uncanny love
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| (What?)
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| Get some D’usse in yo cup, you’re feelin' righteous
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| (What?)
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| 'Bout to raise these fuckas up like I’m Osiris
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| Lil Foot, Lil Foot
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| Come to the mountain
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| Come get your love
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| What is the dark matter with you?
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| What is the dark matter with you?
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| Hmmm?
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| What is the dark matter with you?
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| What is the dark matter with you?
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| Hmmm? |