| Yuh
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| Dream boy shit
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| Briss don’t miss
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| Countin' up a check in my Wicked Thoughts sweats
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| Been a long time comin' but I love the process
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| Smokin' every mornin' right before I got dressed
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| Used to sell stress, I’m a Grace park rep
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| Don’t put me in the same breath
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| Top tier you know who really got next
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| Top tier you know who really got next
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| Used to have to pick apart the art to know the real from false
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| Now I trust my heart and never second guess my first response
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| I worked too hard to fall, I had to raise the bar
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| The north made me strong, I say that shit in every song
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| Before them tours we was on the floors
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| Packs in the fridge, burners by the doors
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| We was only kids but we had to war
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| Give the niggas passes was the last resort
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| If you ain’t seen em' in a week then that nigga gone
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| He either dead or he livin' in a prison home
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| They took my nigga T’s on he was runnnin' loose
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| Around the same time they took his brother Poo
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| The hood was like a zoo I had to bust a move
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| A big lose-lose if I had to choose
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| Choppin' game with my OG’s daily break em' off a little 80's
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| I been countin' up a check in my Wicked Thoughts sweats
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| Been a long time comin' but I love the process
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| Smokin' every mornin' right before I got dressed
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| Used to sell stress, I’m a Grace park rep
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| Don’t put me in the same breath
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| They know who really got next
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| Used to have to catch the 61 to get the mission done
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| Used to see Ferrari’s and tell myself I would get me one
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| It’s real shit
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| Briss don’t miss I’m shootin' if shit get iffy
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| I’m a walkin' landmark for my whole fuckin' city
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| livin' with my granny just so I could get a blunt and roll a fatty
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| Now I’m countin' up a check in my Wicked Thoughts sweats
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| Been a long time comin' but I love the process
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| Smokin' every mornin' right before I got dressed
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| Used to sell stress, I’m a Grace park rep
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| Don’t put me in the same breath
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| They know who really got next |