| For the record
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| You wasn’t doin' me a favor nigga
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| In a city that never sleeps, I dosed off, slept on my neighbor nigga
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| How dare a nigga go up and betray my figures
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| So other then it was, it must have been drugs
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| 15 years seniority I ain’t need a deal
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| Quite truthfully speakin', the streets needed real
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| And I was the one to provide a meal
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| Or some food for thought until his food got lost
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| And just confused it
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| Got on the Internet and misconstrued shit
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| On some disillused shit
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| Enough of that
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| Back to the roughed raps
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| Only devote so much energy to fucked up facts
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| Oh, good lookin' on them tracks
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| Big up to 'Riq and Black
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| 'Bout to hop in a little spaceship and peel off the map
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| Unidentifiable, I’m liable
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| To explode on arrival
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| When P.R.'s an eyeful
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| This nigga couldn’t see me with 3D
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| And raps, he’s slappin' together is PG
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| P rated R and them outdated bars
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| Couldn’t keep up with the god so we had to disconnect him
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| He couldn’t see me with 3D
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| And raps, he’s slappin' together is PG
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| P rated R, them outdated bars
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| Couldn’t keep up with the god so we had to disconnect him |