| But tell me this: why is it now I heard you only sold about 200'000?
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| Now what’s that tellin you?
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| That your fans was never down
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| Got you wonderin now
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| 'Maybe I shoulda stayed underground?'
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| But you can’t come back, cause real rap fans, they hate you
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| You over-did your image, now you can’t stay true
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| All glittery and shiny lookin empty on the camera
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| With nothin to say, dancin with the mic like who.
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| Y’all cats done fell off, and we in this for the long term
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| 20 years from now the Cali Agents still burn
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| Next to whoever doubt dare the rep through
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| Planet Asia, Rasco, Cali Agents ghetto respect due
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| Never forget where you came from
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| Never forget where you got your name from
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| And the game from
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| The laws of nature won’t bless you
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| You’ll be forever unprotected
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| Rasco, Planet Asia, yeah, ghetto respected (2x)
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| Hey yo, praise the king, the real thing
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| I be ready to bring the quick swing like I’m still 16
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| 28, out of the gate
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| I tried to reach y’all but couldn’t relate
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| We in a whole other state
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| Mind-travellin
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| While you niggas still battlin
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| The illest MCs you cats really ain’t challengin
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| We on the mic, better get it in flight
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| You know excactly how it’s done, we be keepin it tight
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| Yo, you keep it real, I be cuttin the deals
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| I bring it right up to your chest, give you somethin to feel
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| Still they wanna test, still dissin the West
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| The first thing that I learned: never listen to press
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| Because only as good as your last LP
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| The next time out your ass couldn’t sell three
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| Now it’s for free, the price came down quick
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| I flip it around and make the shit sound sick
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| Remember where you came from. |
| don’t act dumb
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| When a nigga ask
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| If you do it for the cash
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| Let it be known, I know half of y’all fake
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| The other y’all take the whole damn cake
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| Now who the fuck said the West can’t rock?
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| It’s Cali Agents in the house, y’all niggas best just jock
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| For all y’all fake-ass industry niggas that ride dicks
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| Of certain clicks, get a load of this brand new shit
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| Yeah, hot off the press, never settle for less
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| We bend half-assed niggas for a person undressed
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| The best, we double-team now livin a dream
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| And now you lookin at some shit that ain’t never been seen
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| Befo', full-grown kings connect to get dough
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| But yo, the cash and the ass ain’t the only thing we spit fo'
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| It’s on again, it’s back to emceeing again
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| Now I can walk through my own hood with a g in my pants
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| Cuffed up tight better, start livin it right
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| We here to take this whole thing to ridiculous heights
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| We might give it to some that can give it some run
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| But you can never ever forget exactly where you came from |