| On revolt like Nat Turner, problems on my back burner
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| In between the Lauren slacks, cause I’m with all of that
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| I’m twacked from that flight back to the land
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| Roll an imported pack
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| Your life is what it costs, in case a nigga could afford a jet
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| Riding through the streets, you hiding if it’s beef
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| I’m sliding on your freak, I got it for the cheap
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| Dying every week, the title of a Sheikh
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| Gotta play to win, product of the set, my mama from the Sack
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| Shit, all I know is Jerz, I’m plotting on you birds all lacking
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| Remember days I had a dutch
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| A motherfucker couldn’t even put a sack in
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| Meeko was a down bitch, Johnny wasn’t ratting
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| Show showed me my first twenty racks off of fucking trapping
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| And now I’m like what happened
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| Nigga’s is acting, acting like bitches
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| And these bitches be trapping these nigga’s with fucking babies
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| And my mama always told me a nigga was fucking lazy
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| 'Til they paid me for my words, people saying I’m crazy still
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| To be doper than Saddam, believe the nation of Islam
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| At the time I’m more than high
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| Fuck the police and them dogs sniffing that dope up out yo car
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| I tend to make habits when I try stuff
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| Think they overstep they boundaries
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| What’s on my mind is more than fried
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| OJ, not guilty, that’s how they found me
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| But I ain’t afraid to die cause you see more with your eyez shut
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| Doper than Saddam, believe the nation of Islam
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| You see more with your eyez shut
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| Fuck the police and them dogs sniffing that dope up out yo car
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| You see more with your eyez shut
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| Think they overstep they boundaries
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| You see more with your eyez shut
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| OJ, not guilty, that’s how they…
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| I ain’t afraid to die cause you see more with your eyez…
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| My brain unstable as the cables in the tub
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| Three-legged tables, a baby born on drugs
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| It got me questioning everything, like what’s stronger, a bible or a snub
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| Since when did being dumb make you a thug
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| Since when did being smart make you soft
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| And why when nigga’s get around police do they talk
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| I came up out my mother running, nigga never walked
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| Chalk me up in fucking prison pose
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| I ain’t say it’s allergies every time that I itch my nose
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| Flipping flows like I’m Tony Hawk, he pick and roll like he Johnny Starks
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| Hit it twice, forget I’m smoking with nigga’s and end up facing a blunt
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| Saw his face on a bitch, second nature to some
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| The world is crazy, got me feeling like no place for the young
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| Scared of raising a son, afraid of wearing my *static* never
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| Catching three to five just to stay alive
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| At birth we’re fitted for our suit and ties, H’z, nigga
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| To be doper than Saddam, believe the nation of Islam
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| At the time I’m more than high
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| Fuck the police and them dogs sniffing that dope up out yo car
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| I tend to make habits when I try stuff
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| Think they overstep they boundaries
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| What’s on my mind is more than fried
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| OJ, not guilty, that’s how they found me
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| But I ain’t afraid to die cause you see more with your eyez shut
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| Doper than Saddam, believe the nation of Islam
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| You see more with your eyez shut
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| Fuck the police and them dogs sniffing that dope up out yo car
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| You see more with your eyez shut
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| Think they overstep they boundaries
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| You see more with your eyez shut
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| OJ, not guilty, that’s how they…
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| I ain’t afraid to die cause you see more with your eyez… |