| No justice no peace all I know are these streets
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| And I’ve walked around the block with wet shoes on my feet
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| And I’ve slept with friends who choose to stay discrete
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| And I love to scream fuck the police
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| I got stains on my fashion, lights camera action… and I like to lay back
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| With the subwoofers blasting
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| Now I’m painting pictures on homicide floors
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| I know my heart is still torn but i keep searching for more
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| I wish my life was reborn
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| And I always knew that it was ment for purpose but I can’t figure out if all
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| this bullshit made it worth it
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| I deserve it
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| Pay a penny for my thoughts i know it dont make cents
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| Right now let your brain connect the dots and ease the stress
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| Everyday I be rocking mics on piss staind bricks, real hip hop doesn’t exist
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| less there’s people like this
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| And by people like this I mean people like me
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| Who do whatever it takes in the pursuit of their dreams …
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| I was blue collar living but i turned i into gold
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| I was tired of having nothing so i turned it into gold
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| No fucks given thats my number one passion
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| Spray cans in the backpack for some late action
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| I got my crew we roll deep I here my name whispered on the streets
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| Who’s that crazy rapper with those dope ass beats
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| Rocking sold out shows from Texas to Berlin
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| I try to stay grounded but my brain is in a whirlwind
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| I be that crazy guy rollin spliffs and staying high
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| Writing all my rhymes outside in the country side
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| I’m getting by
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| My lifes considered magic, you get mad cause you can’t have it, talking shit
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| and I am laughing
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| And I’m taggin with the fellows, I’m jamming instrumentals, rocking microphones,
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| big stages in my sandals
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| I’m Building crews that are bigger then the universe, tunes are my passion
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| couldn’t ask for a better curse, fools keep harassing cause my rhymes have
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| emerged, my life is absurd I stack euros thru words
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| I was blue collar living so I turned it into gold
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| I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold
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| I was blue collar living so I turned into gold
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| I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold (scratching)
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| I was blue collar living so I turned it into gold
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| I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold
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| When I think back on my life I never really dreamt of this
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| I made the world my bitch, through the lyrics that I spit
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| Now I was blue collar living but I turned it into gold
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| I’m working really hard and now this is what I’m owed
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| I’m following the greats and the stories that they told
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| My head is filled with wisdom and my strength is getting bold
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| You find me on the battlefield I chill amongst the leaders
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| Making six figures from the sounds right in your speakers
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| I was blue collar living so I turned it into gold
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| I was tired of having nothing so I turned it into gold |