| Feel the pressure, yeah I feel the pressure
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| When I’m the one who speaks in the voice of my ancestors
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| And the homies out on Western are saying they’ll represent us
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| So I’m forever tatted, fuck a temporary henna
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| It’s a privilege to pursue my happiness, cause my crew
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| Got a list of things to do before dreaming about the future;
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| Running the family business, handling father sickness
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| All the sacrifices given, I’m doing this all for you
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| It’s a letter to my homies, you will never have to owe me
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| Buying bottles, karaoke with a couple model tomes
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| Fuck the police
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| Cuffing you, your wrist will have a Rollie
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| Trying to write a happy ending to the story
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| I guess this is a going-away letter
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| I ain’t coming back to town 'till I’m doing like way better
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| Don’t be offended when phone calls go to voicemails
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| The flight attendant asked me to turn it off, that’s real
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| I’m bringing gold to me city, who’s with me?
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| Gold watches for my people, did you miss me?
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| Bought them all off the jeweler by the pound
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| A couple karats turn this bitch into 24K-Town
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| Where’d you go? |
| They’re asking me where I went
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| Gone for a couple months, but it feels like I barely left
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| Everybody is a statue that froze at their last step
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| Every weekend is a celebration of the past-tense
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| My brothers with resolutions
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| My sister with no excuses
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| I salute ya'
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| Let’s go and make some moments in the future
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| I ain’t saying I’m Confucius, I’m confused as much as ya’ll
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| Another student of life, I just studied abroad
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| Normally I’d be on Normandie, but normal is done,
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| It ain’t about repping inside, but outside where you’re from
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| When they’re drunk, they yell it from the top of their lungs
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| But over drums, they’ll hear it for generations to come (K-Town)
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| I guess this is a going-away letter
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| I ain’t coming back to town 'till I’m doing like way better
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| Don’t be offended when phone calls go to voicemails
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| The flight attendant asked me to turn it off, that’s real
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| 24K-Town, bringing gold to my city
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| I’m bringing gold to me city, who’s with me?
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| Gold watches for my people, did you miss me?
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| Bought them all off the jeweler by the pound
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| A couple karats turn this bitch into 24K-Town |