| As my head spins, I don’t know
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| How this slight show had the time to grow
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| I was too interested on live the life alone
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| Chase the money, chase the savings,
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| Man, doesn’t really matter,
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| I’m just trying to make this happen, here’s a letter to my boys.
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| Out to everyone I ever ran the streets with,
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| You know more soul, but this here is deep shit
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| Me, wilsey and dope inside of a chip wheep
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| Or in the park in a Friday night with free chips.
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| Or are plenty, with four are out the belly
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| Few less guards with a bit that last the many
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| Bags it out, trying to rule worry bands weary
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| Face is in the place, back in that where it was heavy
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| Don’t get me hard, fools say start slow
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| Freestyling in this stats flat we’re good at
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| Then it disappeared and never fooled to turn back
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| Out the jacko, see my wrist slash but gold smash
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| When little Guiness was as quiet as a field mass
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| We would’ve stole your car and probably though it was the start
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| But it’s bigger than my little brother,
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| He wait for princess, it’s too many names to cover.
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| As my head spins, I don’t know
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| How this slight show had the time to grow
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| I was too interested on live the life alone
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| Chase the money, chase the savings,
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| Man, doesn’t really matter,
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| I’m just trying to make this happen, here’s a letter to my boys.
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| As it grew, I feel a gold fraction under quicker
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| I felt lonely inside and maybe slightly bitter
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| Start writing, told myself I’ll be a spitter
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| Then I met dogs and Mikey and the Picture figure
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| Too big to lock the quick fig from an older level
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| Mine’s sort of fool pine dose to see the rebel
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| At fifteen I resurrected my whole crew from hard times,
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| Youngen on this mad fire.
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| Then we met Deves and cause he only put it in
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| Along with Benson and Emma I knew from my science
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| Back in '05 when we used to smoke and drink
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| Fifty kids on boot street where rule the piffs
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| Way back when it was me upon my bones
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| A shoe lace around my neck, held my keys up close
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| He waits a lego flash, check his back on violence out
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| We represent it to the fullest after time, fact.
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| As my head spins, I don’t know
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| How this slight show had the time to grow
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| I was too interested on live the life alone
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| Chase the money, chase the savings,
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| Man, doesn’t really matter,
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| I’m just trying to make this happen, here’s a letter to my boys.
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| Be Bred, two friends, come I come west
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| My boys now, we share a pile and lie the rest
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| Where’s new gets and my gets and at the park
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| In the youth club with haseties and we spray some bars
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| Three years by, rest in peace, Lace,
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| Remember days he used to run around the heath wave
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| But I don’t get to see your face into these days
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| Last crase, will I make it through this grind rage.
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| Get started, show 'em love, they really understood,
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| Though I was better, then fucking good, they grind the hood
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| Behind the mic, slop it still do
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| Then it see is too expensive, I move to lose.
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| And by the way, I forgot to say,
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| I met when I was 13, I lose by the place
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| For mom the dictorial role when we used to spray
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| Bars on the old block, we’re jumping right in flame.
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| So
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| As my head spins, I don’t know
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| How this slight show had the time to grow
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| I was too interested on live the life alone
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| Chase the money, chase the savings,
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| Man, doesn’t really matter,
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| I’m just trying to make this happen, here’s a letter to my boys. |