| Hey, young blood
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| Come here, let me talk to you
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| I’ve seen you grow up all your life around here
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| Never said two words
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| But I ain’t gon' be here forever
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| You done come up, and this your block
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| Your daddy own that house, my mama own this one
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| This your hood
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| Make sure you takin' some photos, man
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| Before you know it, it won’t be the same, I’m tellin' you
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| Enough with all that
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| You gon' be the one that all these young cats look up to
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| So be careful how you move
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| They watchin' you like a hawk, man
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| It’s your turn to rise up, it’s on you
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| So what you gon' do with it?
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| Yo, what’s good, bro?
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| What’s poppin', bro, how you feelin' bro, how you? |
| I ain’t seen you in a minute
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| Bro, I see you out here with…
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| Hair braids and band aids
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| Double dutch queens and hairspray
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| Dominoes, baes, and milk crates
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| Say it to my face if you feel a way
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| I hit you with that boom boom bap
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| Like it’s Dilla day
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| Boy from the hood but he been away
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| I am home, on the Ave
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| Been in palms, got a draft on the scroll
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| Put the scraps on the stove, now I’m cookin'
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| I been haunted seein' these lessons
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| I been grabbin' every blessin', word to Zars
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| Manifestin', been writin' it in the stars
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| Spent my whole 26 fightin' against the odds
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| All while they were sleepin', was buildin' my Noah’s Arc
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| We been through so much that our spirits glow in the dark
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| Jay help every nigga in Hollywood beat the charge
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| I’m home, and our river is overflowin' with garden love
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| My son hair nappy just like his mama
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| I do my own thing, I’m indie just like my father
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| I am obligated to take the baton farther
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| Than anybody before me for anybody that follow
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| We from the earth
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| They couldn’t buy me, a nigga know what he worth
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| I’m the product of the sun, rain and dirt
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| My garden is in full bloom (Bloom, bloom, bloom) |