| Trayvon, Martin Luther, King James
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| 23, holy trinity, we just need change
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| The way that I quote it is real shit, life as I know it
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| Lies get promoted, the real shit despised and demoted
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| Infiltrated, posers taking a real nigga’s graces
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| Relaxation nigga, all in my patience
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| Go, right out the window
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| Fuck a job, dope in a rental
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| I’m only 22, a decade is simple
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| If I catch a case come on 32 where the feds pace
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| Stay solid, sing plug, last take
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| For the glory then make a milly then leave the game
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| That’s a story that’s barely conquered, just up in flames
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| Taking chances for the wrong reasons
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| Scared to do it for the right ones
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| I been selling drugs all season
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| I barely ever pick my mic up
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| How real is that? |
| (Tell me that nigga)
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| How real is that? |
| (I'mma tell em bout it)
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| I’m so breezy, hundred bricks in a bag, I seen it
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| Fiends fiending, I’ll make a G easy, I mean it
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| Glass penis, rocks the same color as semen
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| This ain’t really what they want, this is the shit they needing
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| I came a long way from an 8th of a brick
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| Add 50 grams of soda for two extra zips
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| Still get em up the street, plug taking them trips
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| Rap ain’t never changed me, I be still in the mix
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| That’s why the street niggas love me
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| Got fans that I copped from and got a brick off me
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| Nigga, now how real is that
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| God forgive me for my past, I can’t get that back, nigga |