| Lil' Dap: Damn son
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| Melachi: What the fuck is wrong with you man?
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| Shit shouldn’t be happening out here man
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| Niggas don’t be realizin' the shit, man
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| But yo, tell 'em what you be seein' out your window
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| Lil' Dap: Yo I be seeing out my window gunshots everyday
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| Melachi: Man yo I be seeing sex money and drugs too but yo
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| Tell 'em how Duke said
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| Lil' Dap: The world’s about to end
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| Born in the ghetto it’s hard to survive
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| Some have achieved and many brothers tried
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| But I realized which life to choose
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| I wanna make money so I gotta pay dues
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| But there’s no rules and you only have one chance
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| If ya fuck up kid you face the circumstance
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| At night I used to scream and shout
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| Livin' in the ghetto trying to get the hell out
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| So I would try as I watch my friends die
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| But all I could do was sit back and cry
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| These are feelings I’m expressing through my rhymes
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| I been through hard times so many problems on my mind
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| I wasn’t living rich and I also wasn’t poor
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| I try to appreciate but I deserve more
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| Yeah superman supa star
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| Give me supa fat dough like Pablo Escobar
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| «Super duper star»
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| Feared by bandits hated by chicks
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| Loved by kids I never did a bid
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| Yes the Group Home is thick
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| Plus I don’t eat beef cause these dizzy ass niggas that can think shit is sweet
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| Yo I work hard and hard my man trace it down to the car
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| After that keep it movin' have no time to be foolin'
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| Around town A&R's you get down with the hype sound
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| The things I say will make a grown man dream
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| I speak sayings «Go by yourself, be by yourself»
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| Let my lyrics vibrate and shake the earth
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| I travel ghetto to ghetto, back streets to the street
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| Kick a rhyme or crime with this ill mastermind
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| Mom dukes used to tell me with these tears in her eyes
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| Now I’m out on my own survival with the dime
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| Like an African tribe little Dap will blow your mind
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| Check it out like this
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| Melachi:
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| And then like that
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| «Super star»
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| («So what the fuck y’all movin' on up»)
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| («Yes the Group Home is thick so all y’all punks hear this)» (x3)
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| («So what the fuck y’all movin' on up»)
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| («Yo check it check it out like this here we go»)
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| Walkin' the tunnels of hell the next level
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| It’s the Nutcracker givin' hell to the devil
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| Playin' the game the New York pain
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| Makes me wanna bust but I just maintain
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| Cause nowadays I talk to a brother
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| Always love your mother cause you’ll never get another
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| In the streets bustin' off shots fuck the cops
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| I got superstar props
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| Big time doe, money is a thriller
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| I’m gettin' more iller than the Zodiac killer
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| No lie but before I say bye
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| You can’t take money with cha when you die
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| «Super duper star»
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| Yo I got niggas flipping they wig
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| Chicks grabbing they cunts
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| As they rhyme they get doper and since they greet me with blunts
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| One time for your mind before I break these streets
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| Ain’t nothing holding me back hip hop track
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| Yo son you know the feelin' shit will get revealed
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| As the times will get better
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| And you know I got skills I seen the days turn into nights
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| As the stars shine bright
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| Motherfuckers Moet and chicks they keep steppin'
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| Like Dom Perignon one day will live large
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| Word to Allah and it don’t seem hard
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| No more jealousy and envy
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| Curse is put upon me
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| Watch me live free at the clink
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| With my niggas you’ll see
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| Raising to the top like a rocket ship, yo I go far
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| «Super star» |