| First Field Mob break up, now every day I wake up
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| Feel the pressure coming down on me
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| Know I wrote a thousand rhymes, somethin' like a thousand times
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| I promise I got it, just put it all on Steve
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| We ratchet and righteous, no, I ain’t forgot it
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| How shawties would want me, ignoring all of my mileage
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| We were losing our homies, we were dropping out college
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| We were losing our way, just hoping that we could find it but look
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| This that Holy Bible in a Gucci bag
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| Word to Soulo Ho, might catch the holy coach
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| Looking for my father, wonder where he at
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| Still pray I never see you down, boy, that’s a Holy Ghost
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| Run it back, biking to the park or to the corner store
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| J&J, Mama hit the grind and got us out the hood
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| Where we at? |
| Home of Ray Charles' mama and dreams
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| From the minors to the show, homie, welcome to the league
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| People love, people lie
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| Grab the wheel, take a ride
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| It’s you and yours, it’s me and mine
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| The memories, they never die
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| No straight line and it’s okay
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| 'Cause you gon' find that they might fade, but |
| The memories, they never die, the memories, they never die
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| I lost my voice, still I’m the voice of the city
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| I got it back, I’m a national treasure and God sent me
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| It’s God-written, I’ve been scribed in hieroglyphics
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| My mind busy, the stressing, I clip it like Doc Rivers
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| Gotta practice patience
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| Youngins looking at me, I been grabbing spaceships
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| Usher in my partners like we trading places
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| We don’t forget the basics
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| Had to fix the vision like I went and got Lasik
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| Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the fairest of 'em all?
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| Who ain’t never hit a lick, who ain’t had that karma call?
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| Who ain’t try to study Big? |
| Who ain’t try to study Nas?
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| Who ain’t try to study Jay in hopes that I would never fall?
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| Yeah, aspire to inspire
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| Chasing all my desires, follow me through the fire
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| Swimming through troubled waters, do away with my idols
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| Hoping we never grow up, still repeating the cycle
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| People love, people lie
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| Grab the wheel, take a ride
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| It’s you and yours, it’s me and mine
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| The memories, they never die
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| No straight line and it’s okay |
| 'Cause you gon' find that they might fade, but
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| The memories, they never die, the memories, they never die |