| Ricky Ross crossed the highway with that dope on him
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| With that dope on him
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| Now them young d boys hit the block with that hope on em
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| With that hope on em
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| Who gave the real Rick Ross coke?
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| To spread it 'from coast to coast
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| I know, but if I said it ya’ll would kill me
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| Just google Gary Webb if you feel me
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| Ain’t gone spell it out all the time use your mind
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| How they brand kids as slaves
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| Get dope 'cross ocean tides
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| Or borderlines or county lines
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| I’m stuck
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| Now black men are mascots for hell on earth
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| Tookie started the Crips and told us own your turf
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| So now we shoot in the gym or the block for survival
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| But either way we blue devils
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| My cousins went to jail for sellin' weed
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| Now in Colorado you get green leaf with green tea
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| At first pumpkin spice latte’s were her addiction
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| Now she throw them yoga pants and Ugg’s on to smoke in Denver
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| Ricky Ross crossed the highway with that dope on him
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| With that dope on him
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| Now them young d boys hit the block with that hope on em
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| With that hope on em
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| Yeah, Yeah
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| Somebody asked why I ain’t got a deal
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| Okay, I’m 'bout to keep it too real
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| I’m too black for some people taste
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| They can’t serve that to their base
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| And others think I’m way too safe
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| Cuz I don’t brag about what I got in my safe
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| Or xanny’d out my mind, in a life of crime
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| And I ain’t never live but it works on Spotify
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| You ain’t selling a character
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| Me, I won’t be Carlton Banks to make you feel peace
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| Or generic street
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| You can exploit
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| If you ain’t get the iMessage yeah this the text boy
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| I’m the reason Christ died and Martin was martianed
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| Speak the real truth to the ones in the margins
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| So they can dodge the lie from the snake in the garden
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| And I tell it in the church and NY at the Garden
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