| You know the usual girl, I’ll take it on the rocks
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| You can catch me here every night like I’m on the clock
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| I know this neighborhood and all the local mom and pops
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| We own these blocks like prisoners that were on the rock
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| But this ain’t Alcatraz, this is an alkie trap
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| Bar hoppers and big talkers and starting tabs
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| Hand shakes with fake smiles and shark attacks
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| Networking and head jerk gettin lots of crap
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| Huh, some of these cats I went to school with 'em
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| Run into 'em they be telling me that I’m doing it
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| They give me props, but it’s hard to find the truth in it
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| Green bottles in hand with devils juice in 'em
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| Sixth street down six feet we digging deep
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| Like we own the place, know my face, get in free
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| The wasted minutes of our lives is the hidden fee
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| But who am I to preach
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| Yeah they know me around here
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| Call me the hometown hero
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| Holla when I roll down Pico
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| Let’s get another round here
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| Homie drinks on me
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| Because you know I get them drinks for free
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| Girl you ain’t from around here
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| And that’s probably a good thing
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| Because I ain’t trying to mess up a good thing
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| This is my town here
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| As much as I love it I wanna leave
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| But this town won’t set me free
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| I seen them younguns they tatted with town pride
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| With not the slightest clue what’s happening outside
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| Saying that they run shit, fighting about dumb shit
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| When they not one fifth of the man, ain’t that some shit
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| We live our lives on the fly, we just roll the dice
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| With no idea you’re a grain in the bowl of rice
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| The OGs told me nothing no advice
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| My closest friends left me hanging on the coldest nights
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| Where the women and pretty linen are overpriced
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| Gold diggers, their goal’s becoming trophy wives
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| Tell me how that easy money make you feel girl
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| It’s gon' be painful when you come into the real world
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| I ain’t lying you a dime though
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| But you’re drinking yourself down to a five though
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| Going out every night, you a wine-o
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| The same faces all the places that I go
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| I took a break then came back, ain’t nothing changed
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| The same cats from way back, oh what’s his name?
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| Big homie in his late 20s clutching canes
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| Old girl, who been known to do them slutty things
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| I seen the parts of the world that some would never reach
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| This town will anchor you down, and never set you free
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| They said a local legend is the most I’ll ever be
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| Until I put my town on the map, for everyone to see
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| Here I am y’all, I got a lot to share
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| I ain’t telling made up stories on my rocking chair
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| I see you there trying so hard not to care
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| You saying that you wanna go far, but you’re scared
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| Nah brotha, it don’t work like that
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| You took a step out and took the first flight back
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| I guess some of us are just cursed like that
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| But I wasn’t birthed like that |