| I learned life’s most valuable lessons, remain to the essence
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| Smoke depression and bring aggression to the studio session
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| I’m catchin the youth, while the fake thugs stretchin the truth
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| Faggots out of the booth, out of the loop, convicted without proof
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| Focus on the road but at home I zone
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| Don’t got beef with these labels cause we own our own
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| We take chances with no promotions or advances
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| We need nothin to enhance us, not videos and dancers
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| Test the skills, go back and check the answers
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| And how I stay writin, how my thugs stay fightin
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| How I stay in the 'Bury and Supreme stay in Brighton
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| And I still enlighten
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| Starin at me like starin down a barrel
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| How the nicest MC get overshadowed
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| I don’t know, if I don’t flow, the sun don’t shine
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| And the grass don’t grow, whether fast or slow
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| Get dough, never ask for dough, yo
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| We livin life day to day
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| Surrounded by sheisty trife individuals
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| Killers and criminals
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| Watch your back, think fast
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| Every thought could be your last
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| If these guns go blast
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| Hey yo, I’m nocturnal, rock and burn you late night
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| Ten year vet who stay tight, no stage fright if the pay’s right
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| You got a team now who wanna playwright
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| And bring excitement to the game
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| You niggas wanna rap or you niggas wanna blaze
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| Nobody wanna work, everybody want a raise
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| When the money come the money stays
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| Fuck the world and its ugly ways
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| That was back in my Dudley days
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| And we gon' separate the boys from the men
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| The foes from the friends, the Hennessy from the gin
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| We official, y’all rappers ain’t even a issue
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| Last word, ask if you ain’t heard
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| Whether it’s introverted or extroverted
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| You heard the way I word it
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| Regardless, dog, the track gets murdered
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| Blacks get murdered and whites get killed
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| This’ll be the penalty when blood is spilled
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| I never brag I’m a star
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| I love Boston, but you’ll never see an American flag on my car |