| Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
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| I wonder where is this, hold up
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| Get the fuck out my business, show enough
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| We roll up then load up
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| Just a bastard born in a wedlock
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| Close to the Earth like a dreadlock
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| Got my sites on deadlock
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| Visions of my enemy in a headlock
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| Feel like I’m livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
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| Just a youngin' in trouble
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| Took a shot and then made it a double
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| Took a shot and then made it a double
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| This that food for thought, my school ain’t taught me good
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| No one greedy inside my hood
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| But a tablespoon of this baking soda gon' make it good, like it should
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| That’s ignant isn’t it
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| Hold up now wait, take a look at my pigment
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| Tell me again, we can never be kin based on the color of my skin
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| Matter of fact your lips ain’t thin
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| That’s a club I don’t wanna be in
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| My DNA get done integrated
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| My God it’s innovative
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| That’s a million miles away from administrative
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| I fuckin' hate it, anyway
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| Long ago, way back in the day in a place called West Deer Park
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| I was like 5, sit in my mama lap while she would drive
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| Police would knock on the door, I would hide
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| Then they would talk to me and I would lie
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| Hopin' I, don’t die on this side of a .45
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| Then they would handcuff my mama and take her away
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| Over down on the driveway
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| Fast forward a couple of years and I’m bumpin' that Sade
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| Fast forward a couple of more and I’m bumpin' that «My Way»
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| By Sinatra, so high, so high, oh my, God damn
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| Now I’m a grown man, oh man
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| What the fuck done happened to the plan
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| I know, as soon as I write this I might just go crazy
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| Anything but lazy, I can’t sleep
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| Cause if I do, there’s another motherfucker wide awake on the creep
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| Tryna kill you and he will too
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| We livin' like civilized people, but far from equal
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| I hope I live a long life and get to see my sequel
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| My son, my seed
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| Watch 'em grown and then watch 'em lead
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| Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
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| Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
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| Y’all better not me fuckin' with me
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| Who, him? |
| Yeah, me, I be the God MC
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| Follow me to paradise
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| Follow, follow me
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| Follow me to paradise
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| Follow me to paradise
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| Follow, follow me
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| Follow me to paradise
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| I remember my life long ago in my adolescence
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| I could feel the presence in my residence
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| Hesitant even thought it was evident
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| I should get the fuck
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| I know something is wrong
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| Yeah, I know something is wrong
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| Feel like my mind gone
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| I know I play along, I might drown in this song
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| Huh, I’m so focused, huh, I know you know this
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| Uh, when I make a move and feel like no one notice
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| Uh, when I quit my job, uh, I fuckin' noticed
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| Shit made me been unnoticed, huh, but maybe not
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| Feel like this minimum wage is contagious
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| So outrageous my age is on my mind
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| Walking to work and I go blind
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| Sippin' on that Koolaid, gettin' big wig money, that’s toupée
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| Look around and see people with no class, like snow on a school day
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| Y’all can’t do what I do, do what I do
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| Starin' out this window like, like Erykah Badu
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| Livin' life how I do is crazy
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| This shit never amaze me
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| But I still let it phase me and I don’t know why
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| All I know is my mind racing
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| A million miles a minute, the second I’m in it yeah I be pacing
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| Bitch I’m back again
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| Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
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| This album 2 but this song was written before the first
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| My mind racing, I’m sick of pacing, I feel the thirst
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| Of those around me that down me and pray on my demise
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| But it only makes it that much better when I rise
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| This for the people that been through it and couldn’t do it
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| Had a vision but blew it, while haters screaming «I knew it!»
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| This is real, so real
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| The type of shit that make you feel like you gotta kill
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| Most of these people will never hit fruition
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| Paying tuition when they should’ve just listened their intuition
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| Now they wishing they was switching up their lifestyle
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| All alone with no one to dial
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| I’m just a man, I got problems, understand
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| This is all I ever wanted, yes I do it for the fans
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| And I ain’t perfect
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| I’ve questioned if this life was even worth it
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| Cause all the people care about is what lies on the surface
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| And my purpose is to do it like it ain’t never been done
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| Always keep it real and remember where I’m from, now
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| This album 2 but this song was written before the first
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| My mind racing, I’m sick of pacing, I feel the thirst
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| Of those around me that down me and pray on my demise
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| But it only makes it that much better when I rise |