| I don’t really care who’s 'bout to blow
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| I don’t even know what’s going down
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| I’m just getting ready for the show
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| Can’t wait till we can leave this town
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| Pack our bags, rep that crown, pack that venue and blow that down
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| Get back home with a couple of racks, put the lock on the latch and blow fat
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| pounds
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| Y’all stand up so we hold ya down, y’all scream loud and I love that sound
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| Shit looks weird from up here now that we’re finally outta that background
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| Hands go up and the love goes round
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| Now…
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| Deadly as I’ll ever be, ready yeah I better be
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| Call up my connect and tell my manager don’t schedule me
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| I’m out this bitch quick wit a lit cigarette and a backpack full of white Ts
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| Taking a bunk on a bus and I don’t give a what just going with the breeze
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| Taking it back in the day, making a way
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| Taking a chance, taking a dare, make an advance, what do you know,
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| make some fans
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| I can remember December the venue was packed and we sat in the back with the
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| mixed drink
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| Wit no mic check, and a fucked? |
| slot, with the both of us thinking the shit
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| stinks
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| Either way we tore the place down, murdering it like this ain’t they town?
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| Either we get back home and the people we touched so much decided to stay down
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| Realise it ain’t no 8 mile, this whole shit here’s taking the cake now
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| We put in the work and all I can hope is that we made the 816 proud
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| Looking down from here the shit’s wild, I gotta plug my ears cause shit’s loud
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| We got a long way to go wit a little bit of dro and a lot a bit of dough and a
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| paypal, now
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| I don’t really care who’s 'bout to blow
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| I don’t know what’s going down
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| I’m just getting ready for the show
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| Can’t wait 'til we leave this town
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| Pack our bags, rep that crown, pack that venue, blow that down
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| Get back home with a couple of racks put the lock on the latch and blow fat
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| pounds
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| Y’all stand up so we hold ya down, y’all scream loud and we love that sound
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| Shit look weird from up here now that we’re finally outta that background
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| Hands go up and the love go round
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| Now understand I stood upon the smaller stage and miss the audience and friends
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| Who would never take me serious I never thought that this could end
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| I was lost in innocence and not as popular as them
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| But now I’m a prophet wit the pen, I’m pulling a profit wit the pen
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| They pull and they pop it, in the street where the bodies and bullets drop 'em
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| Doing my laundry, was a shock when the lobby was full of cops
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| But who could believe it? |
| When I dream I acheive it
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| Why should I stop? |
| I never will peak and take the sit? |
| in one spot,
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| push for the top
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| And I has to play it small and act as if I was unsure
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| So all the people I had around wouldn’t have to feel insecure
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| Now I live the dream my confidence has burst from every seam
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| So when we meet in person now you feel uncertain, is it me?
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| They treated me like dirt cheap, discouraged me to speak
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| And now they lined up with they hands out, who’s first to get a piece?
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| What I need is what I’m worth believe, we don’t work for free
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| We got a thirst for green I, search and I see, its 13
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| I don’t really care who’s 'bout to blow
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| I don’t even know what’s going down
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| I’m just getting ready for the show
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| Can’t wait 'til we can leave this town
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| Pack our bags, rep that crown, pack that venue, blow that down
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| Get back home with a couple a racks put the lock on the latch and blow flat
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| pounds
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| Y’all stand up so we hold y’all down
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| Y’all scream loud and we love that sound
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| Shit look weird from up here now that we’re finally outta that background
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| Hands go up and the love go round
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| Hands go up and the love go round
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| Hands go up and the love goes round
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| Hand go up and the love goes round |