| Some people will stay the fool
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| Some people must pay their dues
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| It was my brother’s birthday today
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| One of my brothers I only got a few
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| And I changed the world with all my brothers
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| Know that
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| Butterfly collars, 1972 school of hard knocks college
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| Street scholars, my daddy’s partners I watched them
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| Noticed what they was driving
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| Knew one day I would look superfly in my shit
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| I’m at rolling loud, I’m in the suite watching Trippy Redd control the mosh pit
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| Hope he run that shit dog, Dummo that’s still my shit
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| I got a condo up in Dumbo
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| My NY chick trying to make gumbo like my moms and them
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| Some people must cry
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| Never know, if she get it tight I could push my flight back a couple nights
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| Don’t overcook the rice, do it right, I’ll show you how to do it better
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| We’ll link up, do so much together
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| We could count up and fuck forever
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| You the one
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| You the one, you the one
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| You the one, you the one
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| You the one
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| You the one, you the one
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| You the one, you the one
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| You the one
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| Keep it pushing, like pen across paper
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| Keep it pushing like Lupe’s tale about the skater
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| (Kick push)
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| (Kick push)
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| (Kick push)
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| We could kick it later
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| Make this play, put the winners away
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| Spin the globe around, pick a country, pick a state
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| Buy a crib and stay
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| Not a crib I mean the whole estate |