| Born to strive, I‘ll always thrive
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| Rap is my morning drive
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| I recall being all deprived
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| Now I write songs and perform ‘em live
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| I‘ve toured and flied across borders, I‘ve
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| Crowd-surfed, done all sorts of dives
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| Dimes faint when touching my jordan fives
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| Our name is buzzing like hornet hives
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| C.H.I double L, you know how the name is spelt
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| Chill Bump we done made ourself
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| A name without a dumb label‘s help
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| Microphones, we done made ‘em melt
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| Turned turntables to piles of ash
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| My crew bout the craft
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| As long as Bankal got a new sound to blast:
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| Pass my pad and two pounds of hash
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| And move out our path, cause you clowns is ass
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| Dudes‘ styles is wack, your new album‘s trash
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| The blind lead the blind, and whose down to last?
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| See, we bound to stay and you bound to pass…
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| And I know the name will live on the day my clique gone
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| I guess I am blessed like Drake and Big Sean
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| But glad that our lives ain‘t a sitcom that they can pick on
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| We ain‘t wanna make a hit song
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| To embrace the fame and create a shitstorm
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| We just wanna travel, play then get gone
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| Get paid to rap and live safely, withdrawn
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| Live calmly, nothing fancy
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| We authentic and that‘s what the fans see
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| Fuck trends, you know we don‘t care
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| Up in this bitch and ain‘t going nowhere
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| Oh yeah…
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| Fuck what they say. |
| We here to stay
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| Up in this bitch and ain‘t going ain‘t going ain‘t
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| Up in this bitch and ain‘t going no, going no
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| Up in this bitch and ain‘t going ain‘t going ain‘t
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| Up in this bitch and ain‘t going nowhere. |
| Oh yeah…
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| Props to kids who copped my disc
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| Who got my name on their top five list
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| Top of the line, y‘all got my gist?
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| We got rhymes to make you drop lifeless
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| Your squad‘s signed, but they ain‘t hot like this
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| Y‘all shining, but the plot might twist
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| I leave rappers in the spotlight pissed
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| Ain‘t a mean asshole that can block my fist
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| Peace to you fans who keep compiling
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| These tracks like they some unique compoundings
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| Fiending every time we release these albums
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| Guaranteed, there won‘t be nothing weak about ‘em
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| Beat after beat, keep your speakers pounding
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| Theme after theme, we leave people wilding
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| B and I are beasts, we be styling
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| We the foulest team since Zeke and Shaolin
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| And we all about quality over quantity
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| That‘s what we stand for, we growing constantly
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| No pressure, it ain‘t no anomily
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| Fuck a fake front that‘s what no one wants from me
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| Fuck fame and your fake ass fantacy
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| We authentic and that‘s what the fans can see
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| Fuck trends, you know we don‘t care
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| We up in this bitch and ain‘t going nowhere
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| Oh yeah…
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| Fuck what they say. |
| We here to stay
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| Up in this bitch and ain‘t going ain‘t going ain‘t
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| Up in this bitch and ain‘t going no, going no
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| Up in this bitch and ain‘t going ain‘t going ain‘t
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| Up in this bitch and ain‘t going nowhere. |
| Oh yeah… |