| I’m still throwin' up the hood
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| I’m still rollin' up the good
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| They still got me in the spotlight
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| And even though life is good
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| And we don’t act like we should
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| They still love me in the spotlight
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| Most popular, stopping us, it’s kinda like a train wreck
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| Plenty paper but this rap ain’t even paid yet
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| Gutter niggas having figures, it was all a dream
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| But this music game done switched, I’m the thing
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| Gutter child nationwide, reach coast to coast
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| From the middle of the map, what we do the most
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| Niggas gangbang, niggas slang 'caine
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| We in position, 'bout to get it from this rap game
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| Strange Music is the movement, nigga, pay attention
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| How we do it, get to it, nigga real pimpin'
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| I see the lights on me, I know I’m shining bright
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| Still get it how I’m livin', man, it’s only right
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| I’m still throwin' up the hood
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| I’m still rollin' up the good
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| They still got me in the spotlight
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| And even though life is good
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| And we don’t act like we should
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| They still love me in the spotlight
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| Ay, remember me, the one you all called devil boy
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| The one you thought was level to pebbles
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| Rebel with a metal voice
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| Now you hearin' the kettle noise
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| Tech’s the best, impeccable, oy
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| Spotlight
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| Homie, maybe they think I got right 'cause my mob’s tight
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| Deep inside I’m not nice
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| Off my flippin' little pistol whip you on a hot night
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| But they lovin' me
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| Buggin' while I be bustin' this oven heat
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| Muslims and thugs and Christians be huggin' me
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| 'Cause and seeped
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| Straight through their blood and creeped
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| Through their soul, now I’m in position for rhyming
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| Strange Music, we climbing
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| Leaving others behind
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| And we got the whole fucking world Tech N9ne-ing
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| I’m still throwin' up the hood
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| I’m still rollin' up the good
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| They still got me in the spotlight
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| And even though life is good
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| And we don’t act like we should
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| They still love me in the spotlight
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| I’m in the spotlight, limelight, shining bright
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| Still gutter, dumping butter, when I bless a mic
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| It ain’t no changing or rearanging this a nigga life
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| So if it’s dark, or if it’s bright, I can’t believe the hype
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| I’m still the same old nigga tryna chace a dollar
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| Cause I can’t pay my fuckin bills what you screem and hollar?
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| You say you love me, but my records ain’t selling yet
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| And that’s the reason I be frowning, when you tell me that
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| The little money that you see, I got it in the trap
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| And Imma be the most famous when I’m locked back
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| That’s where I’m headed, don’t regret it, I ain’t living right
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| Don’t be believing what you seeing, in the spotlight
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| I’m still throwin' up the hood
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| I’m still rollin' up the good
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| They still got me in the spotlight
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| And even though life is good
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| And we don’t act like we should
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| They still love me in the spotlight |