| Check it, it’s fantastic, I’m back on the mic to speak my piece
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| These words that ya never done heard to be unleashed
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| I’m done with it sick fed up of all these lies man
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| A young bre repping the streets the ghetto Wiseman
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| I’m fabulous, got no time for negativity
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| Or stress other people contain and wanna give to me
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| They parasites soaking my love, they wanna live off me
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| But listened to the words of my Uncle Jamaica, Tivoli
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| He told me, son stick tight to all your family
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| Work hard manually, build up that money annually
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| Remember those who ran with me, so when I reach my peak, You’ll see Stixx and
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| Parris cos they began with me and Marie, I had to learn my life the hard way,
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| had both my parents but the two of them starved me of an easy life they
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| couldn’t give me everything, but it taught me bout love, honesty and discipline
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| You need that Love, honesty and that discipline
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| And with these three elements you’ll be sure to win
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| If you don’t hear what I’m saying I’ll say again
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| You need that love, honesty and that discipline
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| That discipline like getting up at five in the morning
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| That love affection, passion, adoring
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| And that honesty, integrity is something important
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| So take this as a warning to stop you from falling
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| Since my teens yo I tried to make my cash bloom
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| Stole stationary used to sell it in the classroom
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| Worked for three local taxi firms, delivering cards
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| So from young I learned how to earn
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| Used to go to the clothing stores and take
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| Two pairs of Jeans into the changing rooms but when I left the shop floors
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| I still had a pair on under my sweatpants
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| Removed security tags so I could get cash
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| And I ain’t proud of these deeds I know
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| That the seeds I sow could hardly grow for me
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| Cos when you take from the word the world takes back double, That’s why some
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| get deeper in the hustle. |
| I did a lot worse that could of got me into trouble
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| But put myself in music cos it made me more humble In the scheme yo it taught
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| me many things
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| That I carry with this love, honesty and discipline yo
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| I know a lot of people but I’m close to very few
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| Cos very many only want what they can take from you (ha)
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| They never walk with the fear of God
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| They always walk with this cool façade
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| Projecting love when they heart is hard
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| They spit stones when they speak
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| They whisper words of love but underneath
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| They shout words of hate they shout words
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| But they words just flake, I see through it
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| Cos they words is cake, they words is…
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| Sugar coated with Cherries on top, they words is…
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| Nothing for me I’ll never give up, they words is…
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| Poisonous, venomous so steer clear of that
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| And never fall into that venomous trap
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| Of being taking too easy, they say kindness is
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| Your weakness so believe me don’t take these words lightly
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| Or you might be unlikely to ever win
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| So carry love, honesty and that discipline
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| Uh, uh. |
| uh, uh, (repeatedly for 7 bars)
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| CHORUS (omitting last line)
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| OUTRO
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| Take the baseline out |