| We still goin' up on Tuesdays and Tuesdays
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| Got good weed and pretty queens that’s eatin' fruit trays
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| Feedin' me pineapples, kickin' back watchin' Duke play
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| King James mentality, like, «Fuck what coach Luke say»
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| That’s luke warm, can’t switch up like I’m R. Kel, new form
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| I’m too consistent, never overthinkin', I’m quick to move on
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| Crackin' the codes, like, «I know who to call when I need codes to break»
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| Packin' the shows, this independent life seem to be the only way
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| Y’all keep playin' with these flows on your glory, wastin' rhymes
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| Another troll tellin' another nigga’s story, why you lyin'?
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| Be yourself, it’s okay to say, «That ain’t for me»
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| And you know you lack the skills but you got that internet thrill
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| The O.G.s might not change you but I swear that history will
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| Actin' thirsty, well, there’s some alkaline truth that I’m finna spill
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| And to every year these niggas be strugglin' with a record deal
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| Get stuck in a contract, when they get out but they never will
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| I made sure that they would have to follow my path
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| I made sure that I could keep perfectin' my craft
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| I made sure I would work, I ain’t need everything fast
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| Makin' it last
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| Gotta watch out for the snakes in the grass
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| I made sure
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| That I couldn’t be defeated, believe it
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| That negative energy, I don’t need it, cocksucker, beat it
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| You gotta have self-respect if that’s the way you wanna be treated
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| Only a select few keep hearin' the flows but miss the meanin', wait
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| Gave y’all the takeover, found out I was what hip-hop needs
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| Legendary soul, got all my soul searchin' next level steez
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| Smoke out, conversation time
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| Album, mixtape, both combined
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| Fuck it, I’ma get what’s mine
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| But I still feel like they sleepin'
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| So I educate my mind, yeah, I start readin'
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| Then I went back to that booth and I created the first agreement
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| Everyday I would pray that my fans would see the passion in my rhymes that I
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| gave
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| But it didn’t work out that way
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| So what I do? |
| I journey back to the Golden Age
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| Let them see my state of mind
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| Roll with me, dropped growin' process durin' some crazy times
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| Wisdom and good vibes came, 702 reppin'
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| I start showin' off my Vegas rhymes and then my vibe changed
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| Check it
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| We made them blaze with us but I’m thinkin' this ain’t enough
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| Niggas act like they forgot so I felt I had to spice it up
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| Workin' on some sequences, TGA2, State of Mind 2
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| Same year, they lookin' like, «How he think of this?»
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| Always felt I been the one, don’t tell me it can’t be done
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| Nobody cares, I just work hard, I’m on a crazy run
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| That’s on my life, they don’t compare to Dizzy Wright, facts
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| I just let the music stack, passion been a match
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| I made sure that they would have to follow my path
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| I made sure that I could keep perfectin' my craft
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| I made sure I would work, I ain’t need everything fast
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| Makin' it last
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| Gotta watch out for the snakes in the grass
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| I made sure
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| It feels good to be in the estate, cost four milli (Four milli)
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| Diamond bezel on the Presidential, no Richard Milly (I'm cool)
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| Sold out shows, overseas because I’m passionate
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| This rapper shit is cool but I’d rather send out packages (I'd rather send
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| packs)
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| Grow spot next door to the arena (Right by the Warriors)
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| Two rooms, it runs downstairs with veg and ether
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| I got the yacht waitin' on me out in Ibiza
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| I been ragin' all night in Saint Tropez with Khalifa (What up, Wiz?)
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| Bottles of McQueen, the water hash got me sleepy
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| Half a billion dollar brand, I made it look easy (Heh)
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| No Rolls Royce truck, but the Escalade is bulletproof (Like Dolph)
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| In '0−6, I had my rims spinnin' like a hula hoop
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| I buried money in the ground, went and dug it up (I dug it up)
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| I had a million dollar spot until they fucked it up (Why they fuck it up?)
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| Old school, baggy pants, pistol hold 'em up
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| Me and Dizzy rollin' up Cereal Milk, smokin' tough
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| I made sure that they would have to follow my path
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| I made sure that I could keep perfectin' my craft
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| I made sure I would work, I ain’t need everything fast
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| Makin' it last
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| Gotta watch out for the snakes in the grass
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| I made sure
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| I was travelin', boardin' group C |
| On Southwest, middle seat, mind full of weed
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| I was plottin' on jets
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| My own entity, empire ride
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| Eventually clockin' dollars continuously
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| Stylin' on these fools and lacin' 'em with constructive criticism
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| And drippin' jewels like Sincere did his little villain on a park bench chillin'
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| Shit got hot on the roof, shorty had to ice 'em up there, nigga
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| He wasn’t scared to fight but this fool was three times bigger
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| He equalized him with that fire, a little quick division
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| Subtract the danger from the equation, roll up and continue blazin'
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| Niggas changin' they flows take any relevance
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| To me, that make no sense
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| That other way I never went, my audience respect me for that shit
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| I made sure you had a soundtrack to mack them hoes
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| I made sure you had a soundtrack to blow that smoke
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| To slam them Chevy doors
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| They recognize me as a G everywhere I go
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| I made sure that they would have to follow my path
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| I made sure that I could keep perfectin' my craft
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| I made sure I would work, I ain’t need everything fast
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| Makin' it last
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| Gotta watch out for the snakes in the grass
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| I made sure |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Made Sure , by - Dizzy Wright. Song from the album Nobody Cares, Work Harder, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп