| Got me thinking 'bout all my old songs
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| Old jawns, new flow
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| 20−20 two tone
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| Hip-Hop Is Good, and I’ll take that to my tombstone
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| Still a Wallace in the afterlife
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| Music lives on, never gone, no half-life
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| Imma drop in, like I’m in a half-pipe
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| Then I’m gonna skate on tracks until they act right
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| All up in your living room, who’s that fucking ghost though?
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| No comparisons, but B.I.G was how I coped though
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| All my fuckin' hope shit, let me on this playlist
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| All of the above, no pigeons, no hate shit
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| Put me on the radio, let’s just see what happens
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| When a rack of people turn up, and the president is clapping
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| I ain’t talking assassins, I’m talking bout the passion
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| We got it entrothed, if you want in on any action
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| You can…
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| Two 15s in the trunk (in the trunk)
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| 7 grams all in the blunt (in the blunt)
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| 1 dime piece in the back (in the back)
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| 3 grown rappers when I smash…
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| 18s all on the whip, though
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| I keep them stock cuz I really don’t trip, though
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| Yo, I swing it like Klitschko
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| Rolling through your city and I bet your whole clique know
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| I’m right back in this bitch with a fucking attitude
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| Spit flames when I’m aggy like Raditude
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| Nardwuar fame is a game I would rather do
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| Fuck questions, I don’t talk platitudes
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| I can see the nitty gritty, 4 40s, I’m getting shitty
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| Big bad cheques ghost writing that Diddy
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| Gimme that loot like B.I.G, just kidding
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| Who’s kidding? |
| I’m living, no dreams, big visions
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| Still a Wallace in the afterlife
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| Still a Wallace in the Afterlife
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| Music lives on, never gone, no half-life
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| I hit that reset button
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| No games with the fame they covet
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| No lames in my lane stay buzzing
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| Stay running, stay hungry
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| My passion; |
| I love it
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| Uh
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| So I stay all up on my business
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| Type away, never play about my business
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| So maybe stay up out my business
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| I put it in my music, it’s never from a distance |