| The Holy Tri, who else could do it? |
| You know it’s only them!
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| Back like the rapture, still doing it for the capital
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| Worldwide now, we like Earth, Wind & Fire
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| Suburb fly sound, but now bout to take the high of
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| DC Voltron, Mozart, Beethoven, Bach
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| Quotables in the wash, and applause y’all
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| Do it for the cap like we over budget
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| And overdo it, cause we do it like nobody does it
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| A young’n, which y’all like the best-o
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| Five mic the Metro, a hand sight, freedom for the ghetto
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| We claiming the torch, claiming they wrong
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| We came in the door, dropping along till the gimmicks put a stop in the pause
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| Let’s say hello to the ending!
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| What started you all but your intentions?
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| The rhythm was the root of it all
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| See you later, it’s never goodbye
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| When a spurr comes back in the music, now you know why
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| March!
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| Wale? |
| This is the ship that took the scale
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| When you ride up on the empty, almost gotta lift the tail
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| A young’n hunger like you’re missing meals, different feels
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| Spinnin' wheels, you tryna live your dream till it kills
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| Romans get stolen like the feet that still in fail
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| No zooming on any human more than you do yourself
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| You get the L?! |
| Just know, by the end of the day the true did it well
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| If not than keep rocking, locking your talking and bang!
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| Aim high, cause otherwise you’ll see I love life, bitch
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| I push forward,??? |
| don’t nobody owe Mike shit
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| I do what make more sense and roll with great folks
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| That ain’t no glitch, we make pesos and stay focused
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| Upon the greater that lay-off for later, that may never come
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| Now also get the choke that’s be taken for anyone
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| Twart not the rhyme, never stop, knowing them cops won’t come
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| But still be March on Washington
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| Come on!
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| This is what I give ‘em, wisdom over rhythm
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| From the District to the prison with??? |
| stars as the emblem
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| We all get what I came from, they doing now what I been, than
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| They doing???, from extra I make an income
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| I’m a beast from the East, the product of hard streets
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| Hard to eat — smaller the beast, margin larger the teeth
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| Man, it’s just the way it go, if I wanna say it so
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| Say it knowing ye ain’t posting too high to be layin' low
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| Different day, same shit, same script, different play
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| This is the way of the world and I’m just tryna fit in place
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| And tryna play the part of a mockery to my art
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| So anything I do is a part of me from the start
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| I’m getting better sleep while these niggas lying awake
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| Keep it moving with the troop while niggas lying in place
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| Only fill deals on the counter, ain’t for the fakes!
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| DMV, we’ll be known as the greatest!
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| Keep up with the pace!
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| [Scratched |