| Yeah
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| This a new generation
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| Switch up the style, I’m re-generatin'
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| I be talking to God when I’m hearin' Satan
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| I’m a black mamba pass like I’m Michael Payton
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| Why you think I made Everybody
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| It’s a statement, a way of life
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| Black is beautiful, but today in this day and age
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| A crooked cop will take away a life
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| Come now, that shit ain’t no way of life
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| Now some people make music, but I’ll make a statement
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| And use it when people feel like they gon' lose it, yeah
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| Why the fuck you think when it comes to an album
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| I’m droppin' like two a year
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| Hol' up, lemme break down what I’m doin' here
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| I get introspective on a record, with a message deep in the lyrics
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| But after a while that shit get depressin', they don’t wanna hear it
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| They just wanna turn up, so that’s when I come back
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| On that Bobby Tarantino, countin' money, sippin' vino shit
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| It’s how we stay relevant to the young
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| Mean I’d rather be rappin' on breaks
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| But whatever it takes to take it to the young
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| I ain’t mad at the fact when I rap over 808s with the hat it made me millions
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| Peep the brilliance like, uh
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| I grew up on Biggie and GZA
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| But Roddy was bumpin' that Future and Thug
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| Give a fuck how you came up
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| I run up like ten out of ten just to show you some love
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| Man as long as you’re rappin' and killin' shit
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| Fuck a car, black man own the dealership
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| Fuck a record label, fuck a deal and shit
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| Keep killin' shit, keep
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| At the crib watchin' Bebop
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| Writin' rhymes in my book
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| And I’m bumpin' that heat rock
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| Shit smooth when it Pete Rock
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| I can’t fuck with' my phone, need a detox
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| So I
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| Pick up the glock like I’m John Wick
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| Yes, I’m in it for life like a convict
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| When I switch up the style, wonder who this
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| No ceilings, like Wayne and no, nah bitch I’m ruthless |