| Skillful player more money than a ball player
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| You might wanna say a prayer
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| When you walk up see the slayer
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| Flew the bitch outta town
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| And she wanna fuck around smoking weed by the pound
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| We don’t fuck around told that bitch to calm down
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| All she yelling in the background
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| Check my credential
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| My wrist presidential
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| Flow existential
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| All this info head like I’m
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| Change the world this shit is essential
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| All this negligence people want some relevance
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| Why gotta test my intelligence
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| Don’t need your elegance
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| We both know the ending
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| No point in pretending
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| You’re really good at spending like a housewife
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| Let me tell you 'bout my life
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| Sharp as a knife
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| I been there there were many there
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| Been everywhere anywhere call it square
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| When I pull up I don’t care
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| Lonely nights alone used to selling on the phone
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| When you come back home wearing his cologne
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| You lied you said you were alone
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| The truth is well known
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| He marches like a combat zone
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| Yeah, might break his bones
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| Then I need a tombstone
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| I’m fully grown
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| Very well known in the zone that’s a milestone
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| Might be instinct in my chromosome
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| Yeah, In LA that’s my home
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| Ayy that’s my home
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| Streets full of violence
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| The sound of sirens
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| The people want some silence
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| But all they really need is guidance
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| Equality is timeless
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| Defiance and the politics cause every politic is like a bag of tricks,
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| And we don’t flip these bricks
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| We just hold these loaded clips
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| Praying for an apocalypse
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| Against aristocracy
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| Fuck this hypocrisy
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| Maybe one day I’ll win the lottery
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| Beat the poverty run away from inequality
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| And life sometimes feels like a robbery
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| You have to spray and pray that life will go your way
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| A lot of people think they have a say
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| Just let them die away
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| make it go away
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| When I’m far away
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| Maybe I’ll just fade away
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| Til the holy day
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| Lonely nights alone used to selling on the phone
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| When you come back home wearing his cologne
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| You lied you said you were alone
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| The truth is well known
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| He marches like a combat zone
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| Yeah, might break his bones
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| Then I need a tombstone
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| I’m fully grown
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| Very well known in the zone that’s a milestone
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| Might be instinct in my chromosome
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| Yeah, in LA that’s my home
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| Ayy that’s my home |