| I told my mama I’d be back in a minute
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| It’s been a minute
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| I’m out here pushing life to its limit
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| So now, it’s going
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| Down down down down down
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| Made my decision to rap
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| Niggas was dissin and calling me wack
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| Now I just travel all over the map
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| Hop on the stage and start spittin' that crack
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| Light one ablaze it’s just simple as that
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| Y’all niggas really ain’t facing the facts
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| Mal is here, fade to black
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| I’m turning the page in the rap book
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| Bitch I’m bringing it back
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| Baby now tell me how that look
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| The shit that I’m hearing is crap
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| I’m just, tryna give you an out, look
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| Listen to me, god giveth to me
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| The spirit to be, the best
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| Fucking mc in the world
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| Excuse me as I earl
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| I might throw up on these niggas cuz I’m sicker than the aids virus
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| Slow me down
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| My flow don’t have no pace
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| I am, incredible like the
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| Incredibles
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| Got a set of hoes you might see on a centerfold
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| Money over bitches so I gotta go
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| Cuz I, I see the dough in my vision
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| No I am not jack but hit the road on a mission
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| I gotta get the money
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| I’ve been gone for a minute
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| I told my mama I’d be back in a minute
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| It’s been a minute
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| I’m out here pushing life to its limit
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| I love it
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| So you know I gotta live it
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| I told my mama I’d be back in a minute
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| It’s been awhile, nigga' I’ve been around
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| I told my mama I won’t come back until I get it
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| So now, it’s going
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| Down down down down down
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| I left my home to learn some lessons
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| We was stumbling through depression
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| But since we started grinding, count my doe up plus the blessings
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| We gone blow like smith and wessons, Pow
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| Kill the competition
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| It’s just me here and my brother Mal
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| The comp is missing, it’s deceiving
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| Cuz when you blow up, they act like you need em
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| Act like ya homies, but when it get rough
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| They changing like seasons, taking up spaces
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| Buts that’s only when you going places
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| And there’s no room in the ride for groupie hoes or haters
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| We gone step on stage and show 'em why the hell we here
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| Bang the bass so loud, a headaches a souvenir
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| Y’all faker than new veneers
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| They don’t wanna see us shine, but no flaking I came prepared
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| I’m flagrant for all my peers
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| We gone always run the city, that’s something that you Should know though
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| I got it on my back but I wasn’t raised in Polo
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| If I die today, bury me as Terry Makaveli
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| Pac in the flesh I might get tatted on my belly baby
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| And me and K Theory’s very wavy
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| I told my mama I’d be back in a minute
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| It’s been a minute
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| I’m out here pushing life to its limit
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| I love it
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| So you know I gotta live it
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| I told my mama I’d be back in a minute
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| It’s been awhile, nigga' I’ve been around
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| I told my mama I won’t come back until I get it
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| So now, it’s going
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| Down down down down down
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| I told my mama I’d be back in a minute
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| It’s been a minute
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| I’m out here pushing life to its limit
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| I love it
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| So you know I gotta live it
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| I told my mama I’d be back in a minute
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| It’s been awhile, nigga' I’ve been around
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| I told my mama I won’t come back until I get it
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| So now, it’s going
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| Down down down down down |