| Run it
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| Never been the type to believe in fate
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| Always been a realist
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| Go getter, pro spitter
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| Move silver back to gorillas
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| Always see the silver lining in my plight
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| Simple living ain’t enough
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| I’m sitting in meeting that set me up to raise the price
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| See its automatic breaking this bread with my niggas
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| The Washingtons go to wife
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| See AZ said it best, that life’s a bitch
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| So best advice is take chances
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| Add something to the atmosphere
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| You falling that’s a natural fear
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| The fruits falling so the root appear
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| You see my family tree
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| Came from the worst of dirt
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| And gave you me
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| Bottom shelf like I’m (?)
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| I’m blessed up like I sneezed in Church
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| Hallelujah
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| Higher learner
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| Its obligated to the peace but never let it fool ya
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| Do what I gotta
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| Thoughts came from my amygdala
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| Bring this peace to your medulla
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| I feel I got it
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| Nigga like Ja or Irv
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| I murdered this ink
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| I’m Nolan Ryan
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| With the pitch I sing
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| I’m making these genres curve
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| All I be hearing is
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| I’m iconic with the play
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| Chop it up, they call me young machete
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| Know I’m repping for the Dade
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| I hold the whole east if you let me
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| I’d rather wear Nikes than Guiseppe
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| ? |
| Eva for Remy
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| Cause ain’t nothing fancy
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| Ain’t nothing fancy
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| I be jamming to your fancies
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| I ride this one like a banshee
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| My renditions like a benz, see
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| Hundreds trapping out the bando
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| RIP another family
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| Can’t be sliding like the phantom
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| Man I used to draw comparisons
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| Now they can’t draw me out the circle
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| Cause ain’t no circle that could fit in my pyramid
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| Jagged edges (?)
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| Mint conditioned or conditioned
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| Stepped through hell, it burnt a bit
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| Got this from one drop
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| Your shit won’t get one cop
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| That’s like 112
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| Guess that’s your destiny child
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| Took my payment and worked for me
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| Let a nigga cook
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| Wrists heating up the chili
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| Ain’t nothing left
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| I know this ain’t a little TLC
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| Big screen like I’m GLC
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| Low key but you down low like DLC
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| The DH home to make hits
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| Bring you to your sense like free cologne
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| Shoulda leaved the freaks alone
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| I had some rocky relations
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| So now I feel like Sly Stallone
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| Cause now they all on my back
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| All different colors
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| Having my pick like (?)
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| But fuck that go
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| (?) told me to get it
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| Run this shit up, picked it up
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| So I’m hitting the clutch
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| Its a ride so I’m picking it up
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| Speak of the devil, I’m speaking in tongues
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| Speaking in Dutch
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| She’s speaking to me
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| Speaking about what she’s seeking (?)
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| The see-saw got her feeling disgust
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| There’s never no love when you grow old T
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| Cause we ain’t been speaking enough
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| Shout out to OG Trae
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| And (?)
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| I work to get P-A-Yed
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| Typo
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| DMV
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| Cause I don’t see you Imma need your ID
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| My ideas ain’t Madea’s
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| They ain’t masked
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| I keep it true
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| So the real always recognize
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| Delivery flawless
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| Papa John’s piece of cake
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| Nigga pizza pies
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| Get some, get some
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| I be dumping
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| Treating verbs like percussion
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| They hitting
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| Every shot you take it need a poster
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| They missing
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| I could put that on my cousin
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| Mickey you know that we miss you
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| But up until then I’m feeling like Pac
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| Cause only my god is judicial |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro/Outro, artist - KIM. Album song Seeking Forever, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп