| Moving mountains with the faith of a must’ve seen
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| Static chrome in the valley like Hercules
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| A lot of jealousy, envies and self hate
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| Don’t wanna see the next man biggest escape
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| Up the straight big crowd finally put it down
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| Take your kindness for real until you bust it down
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| In the sail big song would be hard to crack
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| If you’re the tall tree, then I’m the small X
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| Can’t relax, pandemonium in hard times
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| We left the package at the faux at the finish line
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| People die heart is wounded massive trauma
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| Now it’s all for the bust of marathon balls
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| In the valley soft kill for big faces
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| Others do it for the fame raising new faces
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| Paper breathing ground for foreign and then making threats
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| In the land of the free I can do violence
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| When you’re in the valley
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| The mountain-tops sing so very high
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| So I get on my hands and knees and start a fight
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| I don’t have to look behind it
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| To be reminded of why
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| 'Cause I found that living is the best way to die
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| Took a (?) half a block and went to work on it
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| The same face when civilians turned savage
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| Back baby killers for the rights of passage
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| All the bys blood face smashes on the counters
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| Life is literally all penitentiary chances
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| And you can tell when someone is taking illuminati advances
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| And the way he dances
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| You got a half heart cause it can feel as in between the building
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| And contract killers got them hanging from the ceilings
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| What with America in a cubicle replacing
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| All of your free flows will come to basement
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| And you can sell your soul in the black market
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| And ironically, everyone that is black is a target
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| The real hunger games, the real hunger pains
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| But I still made it to the top under where you’re trying to die
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| When you’re in the valley
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| The mountain-tops sing so very high
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| So I get on my hands and knees and start a fight
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| I don’t have to look behind it
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| To be reminded of why
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| 'Cause I found that living is the best way to die
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| Dance in fraternity join the fraternity
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| You can make this for the money me
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| Say they never heard of me
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| Do your whole work on the south be (?)
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| Where they coming next nigga dirty as a policy
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| Is the charisma drive with a pistol
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| License of fishing smile for the (?)
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| People come to chose bring back poof
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| Recorded in the youth all them readers can be boof
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| Do what he do, he doing my survival
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| Arrival I may try to (?)
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| I still live in the mind of a (?) solider
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| Couple years older star supernova
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| Don’t I walk though the valley of the shadow but
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| I fear no evil it’s just people
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| Life will teach you only your soul
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| Where it can’t reach you
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| When you’re in the valley
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| The mountain-tops sing so very high
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| So I get on my hands and knees and start a fight
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| I don’t have to look behind it
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| To be reminded of why
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| 'Cause I found that living is the best way to die
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| What’s patience for patience
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| Really ain’t waiting on patience
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| Patience the industry is full of cleptos awaiting
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| Stick your fingers fuck faces
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| Cold cases women lyin' on their pussies
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| Ain’t no bloody hard and no nation
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| When you’re in the valley
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| The mountain-tops sing so very high
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| So I get on my hands and knees and start a fight
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| I don’t have to look behind it
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| To be reminded of why
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| 'Cause I found that living is the best way to die |