| Yeah, okay
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| Now there’s a meaning to this thing called life
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| But you just gotta find it in this thing called strife
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| I wish I could rewind and show you this is all hype
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| Show you just because they stars doesn’t mean they got stripes,
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| For real though
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| But me, I got them verses that’ll kill though
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| And me, I’m EST now that’s a family I would kill for
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| Shout out to the fans who held me down before the deal though
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| And I can’t forget my team, I pray one day we’ll make a million,
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| And blow it all
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| 'Cause when we die we ain’t taking it with us
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| Materials make a king, knowledge makes an apprentice
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| Now ain’t that backwards we impressed by the fame in this era
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| My girl a queen, she don’t need a tiara
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| She don’t need an umbrella either just give her the rain
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| We don’t need help, they the built the pyramids without a crane
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| Insane sometimes I feel we born without a brain
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| We only looking at the dollars, what we really need is change
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| I’m saying, if that shit doesn’t register,
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| Might as well get used to stealing singles out the register
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| Baby momma calling, she need 30 for a pedicure
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| Student loan collector blow your phone up on the regular
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| How we supposed to live baby?
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| This isn’t it baby
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| We supposed to have a condo and a crib baby,
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| Damn
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| But you forgot the first rule of the game
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| They don’t remember riches, they just remember the name (Kells)
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| Uh so go and get it homie
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| One thing for sure I know the block ain’t gonna get it for me
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| Two thing’s for certain, I ain’t tryna let 'em pigeon toe me
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| And if they is just know I’m walking with my pistol on me
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| This ain’t that B shit or C shit,
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| This is that D.O.D. |
| shit
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| That means «Do or Die»,
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| 'Cause ain’t no you, if it’s you and I
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| I ain’t a gangster but I will be just to stay alive
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| I’m rollin' indica, staying high
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| Roll to the cinema and stay the night
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| My life’s like TV with this daytime drama
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| All this Law and Order, a lot of comedy
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| And relationships like Tina and Ike, these bitches crazy
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| That’s why I’m tellin' ya
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| Look up at the sky instead of staring at a cellular
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| You could be the greatest why would you wanna be regular?
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| Just know that your greatness comes from how they gon' remember ya
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| Not from how you spend baby,
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| That isn’t it baby
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| You ain’t gotta have a condo or a crib baby
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| But now you know the first rule of the game
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| They don’t remember riches, they just remember the name
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| They don’t remember the riches, the riches
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| They just remember the name
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| Kells
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| Rose from the ashes like a Phoenix
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| Rose, rose filling up in the marina
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| Got my weight up in my hood we call that triple-beamin'
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| Fuck introductions, skip the name and just call me Cleveland
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| Homie caught up at bail, tryna get out this precinct
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| Tell 'em we give 'em hell, funny I started preaching
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| And when I say I gotta respect the city you gon' believe it
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| 'Cause everybody left us and they know I’m never leaving
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| So I turn it up one time for the days standing on the corner
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| Talking shit and getting lifted, sippin' brews and Arizona
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| And when one time came through everybody gone except for me
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| I couldn’t leave, I am a loner, with the mind of a stoner
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| And dreams of putting this game in a choker
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| And fuckin' her 'til she pay me like Oprah
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| I’m not a hoper, I’m a knower
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| I’ll voice in the forecast like Al Roker
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| So even if it pours, I am Noah, two oars
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| Two rowers row us to two shores
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| Found promised land, now we lying on two floors
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| One for the fam, the other for two whores
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| Fuck two minutes, I did this in two chords,
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| Of course
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| I’m too versatile for a chorus
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| Done too many tours to be a tourist
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| Fuck the magazine, I am the Source
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| I am too bossed to be employed
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| More stories about your boy than Chuck Norris
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| Kells, listen up! |