| I grew up in a city
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| Where they never gave a pity or a fuck
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| Unless you’re doing grime or UK hip hop
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| Shit, I guess you’ll never buss
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| But I was thinking different
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| Wasn’t off the acid but I always had a vision
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| How I saw the USA was up for acquisition
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| So I got a pen and pad and jotted down my proposition, uh
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| The British Coming
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| We did it on our own, no help, no nothing
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| And as far as pulling through for my city
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| Well, I guess it got me feeling like a plunger
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| Uh, I wonder if they love me or they hate
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| Cause of what I’m wearing instead of digesting what I’m saying
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| The internet, it has a way to make me look good
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| And my Instagram is looking like a look book
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| But why the fuck I got more followers on that than on my SoundCloud?
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| Shit is scary, man, it’s making Suge shook
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| So I’mma keep my lyrics so clean not even 7 maids will find a speckle of dirt
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| in between
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| And have the elders playing this shit to their teens and tell em this what hip
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| hop needs
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| Bright lights in my city, I’m dark knight
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| Off a xanee cause I got long flight
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| I told my baby girl I gotta save the city
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| Cause within my city, man, they call me dark knight
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| I’m the dark knight of my city
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| Catch me on the block all night
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| And I ain’t worried bout my sinners
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| They be riding with me till I die
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| They see me rollin in the streets
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| So they know it’s alright
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| Yeah, I’m the dark knight of my city
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| Catch me on the block all night, on the block all night
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| This rapping shit, I do it for my city’s sake
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| And I should be a stylist how I changed the game
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| Me and the music, we kinda integrate
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| I drop a couple bars and rappers then disintegrate
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| Lyrically, I’m punching in a different weight
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| And fuck the other-side, I serve em like a dinner plate
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| Anyway, let me continue what I was chatting bout
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| I had a dream to make it overseas
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| I called my brother Jesse, got my clothes
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| And got my bags and started packing now
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| He told me it would be alright, I listened
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| Fast forward a couple months and they still doubting
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| So many ups and downs I feel like I just climbed a mountain
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| I find it funny how I had a fanbase in the US
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| Before my own people finding out about me
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| I guess it bothered me but I just kept writing
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| Little do my city know I’m tryna make em shine
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| For longer than a second like some lightning
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| It’s freighting, the scene up in my city need a viking
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| To cross the seas and hold the torch up and till it’s dying, it’s quiet
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| Uh, yeah I swear it’s fucking quiet
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| So now I got the labels offering
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| My heart is saying no, my wallet saying let em in
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| Then I play my tapes, and they saying «where's the hits?»
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| And if I hear that one more time I swear to gosh I’m gonna be sick
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| They tell me justify the music
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| Tell me what you see
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| I tell em this what hip hop needs
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| Bright lights in my city, I’m dark knight
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| Off a xanee cause I got long flight
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| I told my baby girl I gotta save the city
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| Cause within my city, man, they call me dark knight |