| You know Emilio, he eat organic
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| And he speak authentic, he ain’t nothin' but his mama son
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| And his women never need augmentin' cause they be all tens
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| And they be beggin' him to fall in love
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| He from a city where they pull no punches
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| And they show no justice when them cell bars closin' shut
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| He had a father that abused him and booked it
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| So he moved into Brooklyn just to figure it was close enough
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| I made a home wherever I may have roamed in
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| I do not think I am better, I made it known ‘cause I made it on my own
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| I ain’t have co-signs, I ain’t tryin' to pay a loan
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| Mama worked most nights, had to raise us on her own
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| Yeah, I ain’t complainin', only sayin' what I know
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| And I’m aimin' at explainin' what the fate I might have chose is
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| I get acclaim for the way that I compose this
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| I was born great, see the weight that’s on my shoulders
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| It’s nothin', I could shrug it off, yeah, I come a long way
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| From that youngin' that would punch until his knuckles raw
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| I made my city look good like a wonder bra
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| Now they lookin' up in my hood, it’s like a muscle car
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| I never hustle raw but I got respected by them hustlers
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| ‘Cause I’m so fly, I’m above the law, this the story of a Cinderella
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| Yeah, I went from shopping up inside of Wegmans to Citarella
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| I been repellin' them blood suckers like citronella candles
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| Everything I handle is big or better
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| Bigger homes, fitted clothes, thicker hoes
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| Now I’m fishin' on a boat in the cold ‘Cific snows yeah
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| ‘Cause the city where I’m from so cold
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| That the poe would get smoked by a 14 year old, right?
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| He took the charge, I don’t think he did the shootin' though
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| ‘Cause he know at 18, they let him out of juvie though
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| Yeah, and that’s the birth of a street legend
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| And this a ghetto arms race, who gon' reach Heaven?
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| And we ain’t choose this lifestyle, it’s predestined
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| So when we answer the call, there ain’t gon' be questions
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| And E test the waters and then I make a splash
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| The way they shower me with gifts, I could take a bath
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| I could get used to this shit, let’s make it last
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| So you could tell me what you make of that
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| They was sayin' that he wouldn’t be nothin'
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| And you shouldn’t even touch him
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| Now they sayin' that he’s next in line
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| Cause he’s certain that he’s gon be blowin'
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| Cause the buzz keep growin' and he know he’d be the best to shine
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| And he do it for, it goes one for my mama
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| Two for my hoes, three for my city
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| And four for my la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-la
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| La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-la
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| Listen, I’m driven to get a driver
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| I’m lovin' every minute, I’m livin' like a survivor
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| I’m comfortable in my skin, it’s like a recliner
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| And since I’ve given forgiveness to my father
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| The world’s opened up for me, my city swears that I’m on
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| And all them older heads, they lookin' up to me
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| Like I’m a role model cause I dated more models
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| And I’m buying out the whole spot except the floor model
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| My new squeeze, them dresses is too chic
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| She in it for a home and never settle for no room key
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| My dudes need for nothin', they all satisfied
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| We on that road to success like a relaxin' drive
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| Have to smile and people say that I changed
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| I feel bad for ‘em if they still stayin' the same
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| I’m goin', I ain’t stayin' in place ‘cause life is a gamble
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| And I’m raisin' the stakes, I ain’t playin' it safe
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| The world watchin' cause this that moment in time
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| Where everything that you dream becomes a option
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| When everybody that you rollin' with believe in you
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| You starin' in that mirror and you seein' what they see in you
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| Them label dudes is takin' a rhyme masters
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| Fans would eat it up if it was easier to digest
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| But I stood my ground, I never digress
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| And now Emilio’s a fuckin' poster boy for progress
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| They was sayin' that he wouldn’t be nothin'
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| And you shouldn’t even touch him
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| Now they sayin' that he’s next in line
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| Cause he’s certain that he’s gon be blowin'
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| Cause the buzz keep growin' and he know he’d be the best to shine
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| And he do it for, it goes one for my mama
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| Two for my hoes, three for my city
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| And four for my la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-la
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| La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-laThey was sayin' that he wouldn’t be nothin'
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| And you shouldn’t even touch him
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| Now they sayin' that he’s next in line
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| Cause he’s certain that he’s gon be blowin'
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| Cause the buzz keep growin' and he know he’d be the best to shine
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| And he do it for, it goes one for my mama
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| Two for my hoes, three for my city
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| And four for my la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-la
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| La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-laThey was sayin' that he wouldn’t be nothin'
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| And you shouldn’t even touch him
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| Now they sayin' that he’s next in line
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| Cause he’s certain that he’s gon be blowin'
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| Cause the buzz keep growin' and he know he’d be the best to shine
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| And he do it for, it goes one for my mama
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| Two for my hoes, three for my city
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| And four for my la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-la
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| La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-la |