| Catch a vibe with my people
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| I eat and I drink and get high with my people
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| I’ma ride with my people
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| And always vow to live it up 'til I die with my people
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| I wild and my people tell me I should stick to the road like i’m driving a
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| vehicle
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| Trying to do right by my people
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| While all your riders be the type to mislead you
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| Never fight with my people
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| And no matter what I’ma side with my people
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| Mind how you talk you could say the wrong thing
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| And a bullet might fly for my people
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| My people keep it 100 and all of your fucking advice is just see through
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| All of your people are liars
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| My people just ain’t the type to believe you
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| These days motherfuckers would rather hate than love ya
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| I don’t trust nobody but my cousin and my baby brother
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| God told me to stay away from you snakey fuckers
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| I’m from a borough where your friend will fuck your baby mother
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| Somebody tell me what the fuck is this we live in?
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| Self obsessed brothers self obsessed women
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| Questioning themselves and hate is with them
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| Before you judge as well look yourself in the mirror nigga |
| You’re the one that needs to find the answers
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| Thinking back to when my cousin nearly died of cancer
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| And all I wanted was to make it better
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| So we sat down and then we prayed together
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| Feeling like I’ve never seen a rainbow ever
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| While I’m looking at the rain fall
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| Like I hate this weather
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| My younger days were full of strain and terror
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| Now we in a fucking elevator trying to make some cheddar
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| Man I’ve been doing this since me and James Eaton
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| Was in the crib smoking while gettin' brain from the same skeeze
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| That was my main G-zy and we stayed even
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| Though I ain’t seen him I just hope his soul’s in safe keeping
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| Designated to where this plane leaves me
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| Giving you these brain teasers you can take heed in
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| Niggas losing face I can see your paint leaking
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| If they ever try and fucking cross me man I ain’t Jesus
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| Got me trying to figure out where the hell your soul is
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| I seen niggas when they was stressed and broken
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| Run in to a bit of bread and butter
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| And turn on the same niggas that fed and clothed him
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| Jokers I guess we never notice |
| Niggas had their own motives but he never showed it
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| Man I got my semi loaded up for any culprit
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| I wonder if these niggas know that they’ve already blown it
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| I swear down I was packing up to finish
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| Then Wiley flew me out to Canada for Christmas
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| Put me in a motherfucking Hilton
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| Anybody dissing my don I don’t feel them
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| Showed me what having a big brother’s like
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| How the grass is greener on the other side
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| Feeling like I couldn’t wait to die
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| I don’t think he knows it but that nigga saved my life
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| Thank you
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| Holding this gift in my soul
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| I was running through the motherfucking 6 with my woes
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| Feel sick any time I think of my foes
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| I don’t want to have to push a full clip through your dome
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| (yeah… yeah… yeah… yes)
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| Stick to the roads and its hard to give a worry
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| Half these niggas on me didn’t holla back then
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| But now you’re asking niggas for me
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| I’ve stopped bunnin' halves my nigga, sorry
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| Big up was like a father figure to me
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| You won’t see me stop until I pass a nigga probably
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| Bitch niggas digging up my fucking past like its a body |
| This ain’t the same Ice from Holland Park ya likkle wally
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| Keep thinking i’m soggy 'til ya see me masked up with a shotty
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| (yeah)
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| Catch a vibe with my people
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| I eat and I drink and get high with my people
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| I’ma ride with my people
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| And always vow to live it up 'til I die with my people
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| I wild and my people tell me I should stick to the road like I’m driving a
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| vehicle
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| Trying to do right by my people
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| While all your riders be the type to mislead you
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| Never fight with my people
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| And no matter what I’ma side with my people
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| Mind how you talk you could say the wrong thing
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| And a bullet might fly for my people
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| My people keep it 100 and all of your fucking advice is just see through
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| All of your people are liars
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| My people just ain’t the type to believe you |