| Ma soul design speaks so eloquently
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| Coffee so defined, I know this time
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| The piece of pie is in my reach, I know it’s mine — so sublime
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| Throwing up my soldier sign before we find the pit and coldest kind of sit
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| Let them know what I’m for this time
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| Let alone got a cool with a mountain view, picturesque and a flow so fresh
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| The best to that I can attest
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| Make the rest seem so minute in stature
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| Just cause 'til you fall — we got you
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| This why we all get at you
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| Chase them bouncing balls across the walls we all be after
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| Hope is in my view
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| Don’t misconstrue my close to you, you
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| Tragic loss to my disdain
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| Sum me up 'til I hit this thing
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| Had to record the flavour if my West Coast conglomerate
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| Who fond of it?
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| Nobody does it better, when it comes to it
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| Looking out my window at my ghetto street
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| I gotta become a man, be what I got to be
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| I gotta take care of my baby, and them got to eat
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| I gotta charge ya’ll, begging ain’t nothing for free
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| I got a will to fight and the mind to tell the truth
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| I gotta kill this mic every time I’m in this booth
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| I gotta win the game and get a castle for my queen
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| I gotta get some change, I gotta keep my mama clean
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| I gotta problem with too much of talking what you don’t walk
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| You frightened, infinite no biting
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| Homie, don’t balk
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| Gotta get my grind on
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| I’m in and out of time zones
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| The Jones click and Grits to have your mind blown
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| Broaming with these baller-like tendencies, inserting these pain killers
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| Singing syringes and blowing brains, shunning fame
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| Motivation to build a nation out of a fallen generation
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| With these verses in reverse, against the grain, we move the vision
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| Haters came in opposition
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| Our decisions held a question, yet they profit off our mission
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| We’re disciples — there’s a difference versus Christians and religion
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| Reach a man — you speak his land, but lead in the truth and understanding
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| My devotion’s fully focused on provoking ya’ll to get open to what spoken in
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| these rhymes and how your life should be defined
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| We keep it nice with bold flows
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| Throw that Greek through the window
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| Then make that sacrifice to bring it back to life
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| Think twice, but never hold back the night
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| Ain’t never saw it coming when it’s hitting on, like a breeze coming through
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| the window
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| It’s blinding the core of my retina
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| People are changing, we’re 'bout to be getting up our grip on life
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| It’s only a few who get this nice
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| Who knew that it took sacrifice?
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| Bring it back to life
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| We be the rappers who’re turning back time, showing you how to control and
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| define
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| A different approach of a kind, a fresher design
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| A fall of grace you find, blow you mind
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| Ain’t never saw it coming when it’s hitting on, like a breeze coming through
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| the window
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| It’s blinding the core of my retina
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| People are changing, we’re 'bout to be getting up our grip on life
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| It’s only a few who get this nice
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| Who knew that it took sacrifice?
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| Bring it back to life
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| We be the rappers who’re turning back time, showing you how to control and
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| define
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| A different approach of a kind, a fresher design
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| A fall of grace you find, blow you mind |