| VERSE ONE
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| I grew up the inner-city, surrounded by bad boys, nothin' like Diddy,
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| where dudes would punch a stranger in his face for something shitty,
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| like getting dropped in front of your friends from a girl that’s pretty,
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| all because she wanna date a dude considered much more gritty,
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| where jokers step to you to stab you cos they hate your brother,
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| all because he’s dating some chick that they failed to make they lover,
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| where two friends as teenagers got each others back,
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| fast-forward, now one is supplying the other with crack,
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| where children kicked out of the class because they didn’t listen,
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| fucked they education to become a guest inside a prison,
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| where beautiful chicks with infinite prospects,
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| tagged themselves to a loser like inanimate objects, yo',
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| I was surrounded by this bullshit all day, everyday,
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| but didn’t stop me doing shit… Lemons? |
| fuck it, Lemonade,
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| cos I understood that my decisions were forever made
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| by the brilliance that I was given just to levitate.
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| Like magic,
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| levitate (scratch),
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| (yo), like magic,
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| levitate (scratch),
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| like magic,
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| levitate (scratch)
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| (yo), like magic,
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| I don’t stop (scratch)
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| VERSE TWO
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| I came up in a time of street altercations, dudes fighting chicks,
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| prepared to beat a brother with a loose wall brick,
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| bust his eye, put him hospital, got my tooth chipped,
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| where chicks caught reputations as a scandalous bitch,
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| forgot to mention, two days suspension, no intervention,
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| teachers could fuck around and give the wrong kid a detention,
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| so this student put a bag over the teacher’s head,
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| beat him with a metal pipe then went home,
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| left him for dead, crazy fucka,
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| I’m from a place where the olders sent you out there
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| to steal a sports jersey, but I tell em' no without fear,
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| without apprehension, hesitation or reluctances,
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| weed smoke and pill popping led to other substances,
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| no trust funds, no imperial materials,
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| the only silver spoon I had was sugar on my cereal yo',
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| I was surrounded by this all day everyday,
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| but I put my head to something bigger so I’d levitate.
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| BREAKDOWN
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| scratching (breakdown)
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| VERSE THREE
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| I’m raised up from a place where rappers wanna fight you
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| for being frightfully nice,
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| for every time you made a beat and grabbed the mic,
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| when they pull you in the corner, tell you change your name,
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| cos there’s another DL on the DL and you doused his flame,
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| «oh I’m sorry»,
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| I’m just trying to make it out the hood just like the rest of them,
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| took a bunch of beats and now I’m verbally molesting them,
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| you can call this a walk in the park like a pedestrian,
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| so I’mma live it like the man I am and fuck your estrogen,
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| I’m here to be the best of them, I guess I’ll be a pest again
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| until my life’s a testament to every living specimen,
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| and yet again just when they thought I wouldn’t pass the test again,
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| I gathered with my tribe and so I guess I’m on a quest again,
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| autonomous prominence, I am synonymous with dominance,
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| I’m never doing nothing with incompetence,
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| cos we surrounded by it all day every day,
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| and that’s a good enough reason for us to wanna levitate.
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| BREAKDOWN |