| I kill ciphers
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| That’s how I went from good to God
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| It ain’t perfect, yet n' still the hood is ours
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| And it’s worthy, good people here work hard
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| But the news really only shows crooks and stars
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| It holds you for commercials that talk you into buyin shit
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| I was taught to learn from life and learn from my environment
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| Rocka walks the street as the son of a preacher
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| Who’s the son of a preacher with people tryin to reach ya
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| I visualize the rise and realize the falling
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| High as time flies I recognize the calling
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| Went from lavish life to savage life back to lavish life
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| But never average, might be caught like Christ for the sacrifice
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| I still roll up my trees
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| For? |
| I meditate to roll up my sleeves
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| We adjusting readjust
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| I said I touch the world and the world said
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| Reach us
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| Reach us
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| Open up the world people, lend me your ears
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| You know these days ain’t gettin any longer
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| Now, it’s do or die
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| Now or never, time to hit the street
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| We on the move
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| Ride out with shit to prove
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| Everywhere we go they like:
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| It’s a green light for you
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| Got lyrics about pleasure some about pain
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| From Southern Cali where they say it never rains
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| It’s different things that make me count blessings
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| As we burn for our peeps that ain’t here as we sing
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| Reach us
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| In God we trust no doubt that’s a must
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| A hundred times see us but still catch the rush
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| And when we fly bless the sky
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| Let your mission unfold
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| You in the car we in the bus bless the road
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| How could I reach you if I wasn’t real
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| Might have to go before you really studied the flow
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| And understand the deal
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| This year fuck before mad, loud and clear
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| You know that’s the truth they can’t
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| Reach us
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| Reach us
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| Say this cause I mean it from the heart
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| Reach us
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| Yo
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| What happened to me, nah what happened to you
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| The crew ain’t changed the numbers the sames
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| The lack and the fools, the check for Cali dimes down to Georgia peaches
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| At our shows to book us, Cara lewis is how you reach us
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| Got ho’s girls I see got queens
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| Got friends got enemies and in-betweens
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| Teachers are students, students are teachers
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| Low key or prestigious I reach you, you reach us
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| I see lines around the block in the snow it’s cold now
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| I see people gettin hot when the shot is sold out
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| I see dime pieces fight to the front to rap along
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| To every word, word for word to every song
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| I raise every head and every arm
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| In every jam from every stage we stand on
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| People climbin over barricades and still
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| I tell security chill, they only tryin to
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| Reach us |