| Yeah
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| In these times it’s more gimmicks than lyrics
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| Yeah
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| In these times it’s more gimmicks than lyrics
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| But I stay trill, knowing it might fall on deaf ears for real
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| Instagram shenanigans, gang precedent over skill
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| Anything to get you shine in these dark years
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| I’ve been reppin' Jet Life in the killin' fields
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| Some of us probably never make it out of here
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| Some of us don’t really give a fuck, they, just givin' up
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| They not livin' they just alive, waitin' to die
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| Not I, no never, I want better than have-nots
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| Not for long 'cause we go-getters
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| And we gon' keep on gettin' until they catch us
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| Though we never slip I guess we gon' reign forever
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| We some motherfucker money makin' underground legends
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| Standin' on the furniture
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| Fuck these VIP sections, depositing the checks
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| Countin' up my blessings, plottin' on the next move
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| Sure as Raekwon, cheffin' 'em
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| And I’m praying for the best direction of my crew progression
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| For T.Y. |
| to never switch up, that’s all I tell him
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| For Corner Boy to know this shit could blow up in a second
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| It’s lookin' like we sellin' dope though we slayin' records
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| With little to no radio presence
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| Could still flex on 'em with that mainstream leverage
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| Show 'em my bank statement, you know your life been threatened Nigga
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| Life |