| I used to want to see the penitentiary, way after elementary
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| Thought it was cool to look the judge in the face when he sentenced me
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| Since my uncles was institutionalised
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| my intuition has said I was suited for family ties
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| My mama is stressing, my daddy tired
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| I need me a weapon, these niggas ride
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| every minute, hour and second, ministers tried
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| to save me, how I’m gon' listen when I don’t even hear God?
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| Heaven or Hell, base it all on my instincts
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| My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in your sink
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| You like to mistake a street nigga for real nigga
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| That same nigga that kill with ya squeal with ya
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| I deal with ya like my son, stare at the sun
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| and you’ll be looking in my eyes homie
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| Stand for something or fall for anything
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| and you working with two left feet at the skating rink
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| But anyway, this for my niggas
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| Uncles, twenty-three hours sending me pictures
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| I want you to know that I’m so determined to blow
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| that you hear the music I wrote, hope it get you off death row
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| You came home to a pocket full of stones
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| A MetroPC' phone, then you went back in
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| So when I touch the pen, the pen is in my view
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| I’ma get it right just so you
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| Smoke good, eat good, live good
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| And I do this for the city
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| Got some Hennessy and my real niggas with me
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| Fuck the police, they gon' have to come and get me
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| If it feel good to ya, holler if you hear me
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| You like to mistake a street nigga for real nigga
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| That same nigga that kill with ya squeal with ya
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| I’d like to start it out from the bottom and build with ya
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| Be on my last dollar and split the bill with ya
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| I’m twenty-three with morals and plans of living cordial
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| Not rich but wealthy, there’s nothing you can tell me
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| My killings are not remorseful, the city got my back
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| Before that, I give them my torso
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| You think about it, and don’t call me lyrical
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| cause really I’m just a nigga that’s evil and spiritual
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| I know some rappers using big words to make they similes curve
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| My simplest shit be more pivotal
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| I penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals
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| Worry some individuals that live life critical
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| So won’t you bare witness while I bare feet
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| so you can walk in my shoes and get to know me
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| But anyway, this for my pops
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| on his lunch break eating in that parking lot
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| On «Wanna Be Heard"probably thought he worked my nerves
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| But really he was stressing me, getting what I deserved
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| Somebody said my name on the radio, he ain’t know
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| I was ready for the world that minute
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| So the next time he roll up and drop grams in it, he’ll probably be
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| out of work, laid back, while he
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| Smoke good, eat good, live good
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| And I do this for the city
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| Got some Hennessy and my real niggas with me
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| Fuck the police, they gon' have to come and get me
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| If it feel good to ya, holler if you hear me
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| Church is definitely on the move, and now that we took it up to the cathedral
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| cause the ism is enormous, you know what I’m talking bout?
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| We out here rotating under the five Ps
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| Proper preparation prevents poor performance, you know what I’m talking bout?
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| Doing my thing, cause I’m rotating with my speakers thumping
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| from the Windy City streets all the way out here to the streets of Compton
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| Know what I’m talking bout? |
| Church is definitely on the move
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| and we gon' continue to hustle and grow and develop by far
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| As I rotate with my true player partner by the name of Kendrick Lamar
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| You know what I’m talking bout?
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| This is the ism, this is the vision, you know what I’m talking bout?
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| You gotta get up off your ass and get it man
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| That’s the only way your pockets gonna expand
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| I tell you everyday, you know what I’m talking bout?
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| Apply yourself to supply your wealth
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| Only limitations you’ll ever have are those that you place upon yourself
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| Church is definitely on the move, you know what I’m talking bout?
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| Exercise your ism and don’t depend on no one else
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| Cathedral, chuuch! |
| Ism |