| I kiss my teeth and roll up my tobacco
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| Never miss when I put pen to paper (No, no)
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| Simbi never running out of ammo
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| They could never be me
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| Niggas know what I’m on
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| From fuckin' Space Age days and shit
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| From way back
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| Soundcloud days and shit
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| Inner city child, inner city problems
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| We ain’t have no guidebook on how to solve 'em
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| Used to hit the clutch straight into first
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| Now I ride automatic through the place I was birthed (True, true)
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| Full gassed and I skeet 'round the curve (Like so)
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| Up now, true I been through the worst (Yeah, I have)
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| Up now, everybody want something (Why? Why?)
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| Being here is a gift and a curse (True facts)
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| Man ain’t step, back of the line, you cannot be first (Oh yes)
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| That’s not how it works, little fuckboy, don’t get on my nerves
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| What do I believe? |
| I tried the mosque and I tried the church (Church)
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| Now I’m just spiritual, I had to think about what I was living for
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| How on Earth did I speak to the masses? |
| (How the hell?)
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| Easiest song that I made was a classic (True story)
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| They get fifteen minutes here and then they vanish (Then you’re gone)
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| Are you embarrassed? |
| That shit’s embarrassing |