| I went to catchin' cases to buyin' cases of Don flyin' places
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| From metal bracelets, to diamond bracelets
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| From ghetto pavements, to hotter ways with
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| My own private acre, I’m movin' up like the Jeffersons
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| Drivin' spaceships, like the Jetsons, my mic
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| Conseption is deep
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| Like my conseption, my life was tested, numerous times
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| Like Judas, the father’s rudest child
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| Only a winner could lose with a smile, refusin' to bow
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| Even the critics of Cormega, enthusiast now
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| As well the SL-5, watch how the roof come down
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| When Sammy come through, you know how the crew get down
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| We no longer have to move bricks now
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| Rainy days are brighter when the jewels are out
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| And we only dealin' with people, showin' true love now
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| Dedicate to every one who grew up hard
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| Sky’s the limit, reach for the stars
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| I had to let it go, I had to let it start a change
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| It ain’t, the same no more, no more, no it ain’t
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| Harder times has gone away, say goodbye to heartaches
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| Livin' in the ghetto… livin' in the ghetto
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| I got a daughter to raise, I thought that the game was honorable
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| Til Porter was slain, when Magic and Jordan were playin'
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| Ballers were famous, they aura made us, hug corners daily
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| Similar to the fiends we serve daily
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| No more sleepin', my eyes, son, I see the world clearly
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| Whether the projects depths, or the seed of a six series
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| As I breeze through the city, rockin' Annie Vezel and Pennies
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| I realize people who feel me, are the reason, I mean it sincerely
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| I can never lose the love of the streets, that endeared me
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| Throughout my adoloscent years, slingin' packs daily
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| Reminiscin' people who cash yearly
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| While starin' at pictures, wishin' they was here with me
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| Like my mans who kept it real with me
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| We been through hard times, now we sittin' in hard rides
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| We ain’t hard to find, we either
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| At the crab, going hard in Live
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| Or on the block, chillin' right outside
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| Sometimes I sit inside my residence, and I just think
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| Of my life, and the situations I might face
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| Ain’t too many real niggas, is my kind extinct?
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| I’m alive, yet a part of me, died with Spank
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| I’m still in the game, relentless when my pen hits
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| The paper with a vengeance, the essence of the ghetto
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| I live it, the realness, straight out the street
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| Alotta schemes were laid down, children were leavin' playgrounds
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| Cuz dealer squeeze a tre' pound, uh
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| No m.c. |
| could get in my area
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| Lyrically, few will ever meet the criteria
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| I’m clearly a superior breed, like a terriar
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| Right here in the streets, where rappers scared to come |