| I remember one night
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| Late night, last year
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| In Crown Heights, me and all my guys was walking
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| To the store for a blunt
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| Saw a Porsche
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| Told my man
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| I’ma put him in it for him in a coffin
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| Hit the blunt, I remember coughing
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| Next thing you know we was popping off tracks
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| Outside a Brooklyn apartment
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| With Rob Markman, making genius moves
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| Without a sponsor
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| And I just question who gave y’all the juice
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| And how could they have seen the truth?
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| When they sitting in a pew
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| And the preacher neck glittering with jewels
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| After church you see em whipping in a coupe
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| Man, fuck what they be saying on the news
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| The truth don’t change from different views
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| Everyday they monitor the moves
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| Then they feed the spirit of the people To the wolves
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| Everyday guns be going off we ignore it
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| Activists after someone else report it
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| Same shit different day we falling for it
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| Everyday in the studio recording
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| Everyday another hustle
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| Everyday another dollar bill
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| Everyday somebody come up to me In the streets
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| And he think he know how I feel
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| Everyday another conversation
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| Everyday a new thing to go
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| Everyday somebody want some shit
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| I set the standards I take control
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| (I set the standards I take control)
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| Everyday a new life
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| A New lifetime, a new life line
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| I remember on the weekends
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| Had to make it to the train
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| Just to catch another train
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| Just to make it to the studio
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| Now I walk out my room, turn left
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| Take fifteen steps and I’m at my own studio
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| If I go outside, Wicker Park, Hyde Park, SoHo
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| Look around you know you see the logo
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| Cops still prolly lookin for the one who wrote those
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| Testing our limits always miss as far that go
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| I don’t trust myself under most conditions
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| So I don’t trust them or the politicians
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| On my soul I’m not going always on ignition
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| Overthinking jugging for position
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| Highly type to be all on suspicion
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| We ain’t finished, Head in my hand stressing
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| Everybody tryna mask their pressure
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| Every day I’m tyrna pass that threshold
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| Everyday another hustle
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| Everyday another dollar bill
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| Everyday someone come up to me in the streets
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| And he think he know how I feel
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| Everyday another conversation
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| Everyday a new thing to go
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| Everyday somebody want some shit
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| I set the standards I take control
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| (I set the standards I take control)
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| Everyday a new life
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| A new lifetime, a new life line |