| From the get, we was only kids, lil' motherfuckers
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| Run and flip, acrobatic shit, chill, motherfucker
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| Then we split, some banana shit, real motherfuckers
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| I still love you
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| This shit might rub you the wrong way
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| But when it hit, make a play of it, build, motherfucker
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| I do this shit to pave the way and shit and heal motherfuckers
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| Catch my drift, start a wave and shit, a skilled motherfucker
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| I still love you, 'cause all our sins are buried
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| You’re my sanctuary
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| Look, look, homie, what it do?
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| What it like? |
| What that vida be? |
| Homie, keep it true
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| What insights? |
| What new chemistry did struggle offer you?
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| What bright lights did your tunnel flash to make your future unabashedly
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| Fasten to the idea that we just here as builders?
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| We got mountains of strength from all the shit that nearly killed us
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| Been lost count of the days when 115 bus rides on Manchester led to encounters
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| Pages will read all about us
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| Saying, «These niggas are ridiculous,» three brothers who breathe indica
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| One younger lil' Libra will get discovered while reading The Alchemist
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| How can this be the outcome?
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| I just wanted my family to outrun
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| All the predators headed in every direction
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| Ronald got sons reppin' every complexion
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| From the get, we was only kids, lil' motherfuckers
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| Run and flip, acrobatic shit, chill, motherfucker
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| Then we split, some banana shit, real motherfuckers
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| I still love you
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| This shit might rub you the wrong way
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| But when it hit, make a play of it and build, motherfucker
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| I do this shit to pave the way and shit and heal motherfuckers
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| Catch my drift, start a wave and shit, a skilled motherfucker
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| I still love you 'cause all our sins are buried
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| You’re my sanctuary
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| Palms facing in when we knelt and confessed our sins, uh
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| When you got brothers, your brother’s friends are your friends, hmm
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| My back, you cover if ever danger approached
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| Most teams ain’t got a Frank Vogel, can’t win the game with no coach
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| Pops went insane when we fought each other, exchange on the ropes
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| Caught wind of beef in the house and immediately turned the stove on
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| To cook the fat off that bastard
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| Leave the blood in the middle
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| True brotherhood is so rare, best instruct them cubs while they little
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| Bare knuckles dug in our ribs when our uncles felt we were brittle
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| Toughen up, lil' motherfucker, suck it up, you a killer in training
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| Not a killer of laymen
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| But an assassin of anything that keeps your passion from gainin'
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| That’s why I’m saying
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| From the get, we was only kids, lil' motherfuckers
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| Run and flip, acrobatic shit, chill, motherfucker
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| Then we split, some banana shit, real motherfuckers
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| I still love you
|
| This shit might rub you the wrong way
|
| But when it hit, make a play of it, build, motherfucker
|
| I do this shit to pave the way and shit and heal motherfuckers
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| Catch my drift, start a wave and shit, a skilled motherfucker
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| I still love you 'cause all our sins are buried
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| ('Cause all our sins are—)
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| Down in the ocean where the boats delivered the whole civilization
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| Knowing precipitation leads to green leaves, we’re growing it like a baby
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| Sowing us many seeds and flowing like irrigation
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| Noise all around us, poised for innovation
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| Boys gon' be boys, but toys won’t be they savior
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| Family business, strugglin' with addiction
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| Muggin' any nigga tryna judge, do me a favor
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| Don’t do me no favors, no, no, no, no, nigga
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| My brothers stay on our toes, we go get it
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| Our mother raised us with faith and tenacity
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| The audacity to read through these lyrics
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| And walk in forgiveness like Jesus did
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| Big heart and flaws when you see the kid
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| Swear when we down, won’t believe this shit
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| We got stripes like Adidas, man
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| From the get, we was only kids, lil' motherfuckers
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| Run and flip, acrobatic shit, chill, motherfucker
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| Then we split, some banana shit, real motherfuckers
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| I still love you
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| This shit might rub you the wrong way
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| But on the clique, what a only kid feel, motherfucker?
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| I can’t imagine life without three of you real motherfuckers
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| RonRon, Davion, and SiR might heal motherfuckers
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| And I love you, and all our sins are buried
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| You’re my sanctuary |