| Yeah, what we got here is. |
| uh. |
| I mean you really need to put your ear up on
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| this right here, understand
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| I mean, this really good though
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| You do what you do, we do what we do
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| Its all good, no more things misunderstood, uh
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| So don’t be salty when I see you in the hood, uh
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| Its all good girl I see you doing good-
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| Got your job, got your man, on your crib your cooiking good
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| Got my wifey got my lifey, doing shows in Hollywood
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| And they like it, and they feel it
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| Thats the icing that priceless
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| And the connection is timeless
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| It is worth more than a diamond
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| You’re feeling more when I’m rhyming
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| Memories stored in your mind
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| Lifts me up, more in the sky
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| When I look, more in your eye
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| Now I’m on top of the jungle
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| We’re 'bout to roar like a lion, uh
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| Straight explorin' the violence
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| Explorin' the science
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| And hip-hop, I can’t stop, I won’t stop, I’m gon' pop
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| Won’t stop so get out my way or you’ll get knocked to the ground
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| Cause I’m on my way to the ti-top
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| Bizarre ride like Pharcyde
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| You talk shit and get dropped
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| Soul food this music, potatoes and hip-hop
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| Oh woah
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| Oh woah
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| On our way to the top, there’s no way we can stop
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| On our way to the top, there’s no way we can stop
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| On our way to the top, there’s no way we can stop
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| Oh woah, oh
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| Mm
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| Steppin' off of the curb, heh heh
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| Out of the world, I gotta serve something bigger like I was puttin in the work
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| but couldn’t churn this butter
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| Ey
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| Hopin' for karma now I’m humbly fuckin' with her again, say
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| (again)
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| Hm, got her big toe in my mouth
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| pitchin' them in and I’m throwin' those out
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| Can’t trust these interns to turn the audience out
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| Silver back, back on my feet, I was just about to
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| Compliment your queen, prolly would have come off foul
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| My dude, I’m last brought out, keep my arm around you
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| Know what I do
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| I’m self taught home schooled
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| Shit I could have been like two lawyers by now,
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| Yep
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| My alma mater is the dolla bill
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| And, scholar-ed by the god Rakim
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| Same dream since I was like nine or ten
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| I ain’t tryin' to pretend that I ain’t living it
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| So when you ask me how I been, I say
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| Oh woah
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| Oh woah
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| On our way to the top, there’s no way we can stop
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| On our way to the top, there’s no way we can stop
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| On our way to the top, there’s no way we can stop
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| Oh woah
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| Yea, its crazy
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| Submission what up, yeah
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| Uh
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| There’s no way we can stop, On our way to the top, (yeah)
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| There’s no way we can stop, On our, uh
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| There’s no way we can stop
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| Wait around, what up |