| Went from the corner store to family cornerstone
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| My father was a rolling stone
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| Mother mi corazon
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| Chino off of Normandy, no need for Rosetta Stone
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| Chicanos took me in and treated me as if I was their own
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| Young legend in the shadows of K-Town
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| Under-appreciated but my greatness was space bound
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| I held it down for my people at a time
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| When my people looked at me like I was out my damn mind
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| I forgive 'em, all the lows provided me higher living
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| Now the haters on the low, they be asking me how I’m living
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| Things sure have changed since '04
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| Now I’m traveling to places that I’d seen in brochures
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| Yellow kid with the beanie in the summer
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| But never hot-headed, kept it cool, I’m a lover
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| Smooth Asian brother, mustache looking butter
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| Can’t walk a block without a fan saying «What up?»
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| What up player, I’m living like a mayor
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| Trying to hijack the airwaves, call me Con Air
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| Never took a shortcut man, I took the long stairs
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| Now blonde haired chicks on my dick like John Mayer
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| Used to bum rides off the homies' Hyundai
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| Hit the lab with a big dream and a junk drive
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| Now I got a whip, looking like I stunt drive
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| Smoking blunts, high, middle fingers to the one time
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| Yeah you see me on the web like Charlotte
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| Racking up the views not knowing what I started
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| Numbers look retarded like mainstream artists
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| Your boy did it all on his own while uncharted
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| People still ask your brother «Are we there yet?»
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| We ain’t even close cause my momma in a hairnet
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| If you’re feeling me then put one in the air vent
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| Longer that I walk up, the higher that these stairs get |