| Aye Krizz
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| Where do you come from
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| Why are you here?
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| Dame got it on lock!
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| Did you die? |
| Did you die though?
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| Sorry for me 'cause the war with the 'ligo
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| Staring at he like TV wherever I go
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with him that I know
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| He who would outflow that cast of first stone
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| Pray for my downfall, like hell, now I’m on
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| T9 the plug, got the call said «Come on»
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| And make the world sing along
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| And you couldn’t move me out if you had a stretcher
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| Playing fetch with the check only so much it’ll getcha
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| If I’m high, dog, spent my life playing catch-up
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| I ain’t never had beef that I didn’t have to dress up
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| And I’m supposed to rise up out the ashes (Of the wicked)
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| Went from IC, to women walking past me, to that G
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| Skin patchy, they stay getting at me
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| The last, there won’t be one after me
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| Can’t put out the fire
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| Said we don’t sleep
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| But we gon' eat in the middle of a riot
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| So all these people look at me, look
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| See I’ma make this understood
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| We got what it takes, we more than good
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| Said I don’t cry no more, no more
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| Said I don’t cry no more, no more
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| Accolades are given to you when you master trades
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| Lake of grades gonna zap your ways then you at the cage
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| But I’m built so motivated people had to pay for this gat to spray
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| I put the pack that was loaded with the crack away
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| I seen the rap display and I pushed activate
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| I was nomadic
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| Living with people that die by the needle with coke habits
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| It was so tragic, but I rode past it
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| Flow savage, go gas it
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| Way before I had the dough, I didn’t even know Travis, it was no lavish
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| Met him and got it to more masses
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| Where the folks have it in GOAT status
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| The bag now but still I’m the sad clown
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| That’s wishing for more N9cian's to be listening on vast grounds
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| And pass round — Tech N9na, bumping our mad sounds
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| And blasted and brag through the technical half-crown from the hood (Nigga)
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| My cheddarry numbers good
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| That’s through moving people with my legacy, brung ya good
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| I’m the motherfucking bag so let it be understood
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| No you can’t put out the fire
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| Said we don’t sleep
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| But we gon' eat in the middle of a riot
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| So all these people look at me, look
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| See I’ma make this understood
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| We got what it takes, we more than good
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| Said I don’t cry no more, no more
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| Said I don’t cry no more, no more
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| Okay
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| Alright
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| Aye Krizz |