| Aye, pull up on me I’ve been down to ride
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| Since pull up’s
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| My chin to the sky like pull ups, I’ve been working, good luck
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| Eating punches from these biceps, they come with concepts
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| They come in bunches from the core, I’ve been doing crunches
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| They’ve been sleeping, Imma make em sit up
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| We crunch the numbers, we was fed up, had to get that bread up
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| I got to focus I’ve been giving out so much of myself
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| Fuck it
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| Tell the homies pull up on me I’ve been down to ride
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| Since pull ups
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| My chin to the sky like pull up’s, we ain’t looking down
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| We ain’t throwing shade
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| Just pull up on me I’ve been down to ride
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| We can smoke somethin'
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| We can drink, let you hold somethin'
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| Just pull up on me
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| I’ve learned to work in environments that really aren’t conducive for work
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| Just because of the way this shit work, I throw myself into it
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| And niggas is hit-stick hurt, and I’m supposed to be okay with that
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| Riding round the world and then I made it back
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| And all I had was shit to fix when I got home
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| Lose real friends when I be in my zone
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| Me and Slams split a xan when the flight too long
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| Burn a page if I write too long, we burn the sage if we fight too long
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| We ain’t talked in weeks
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| You ain’t answer my texts, I was overseas
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| Young nina tryna stay live, you want to smoke a trey-five
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| And you already know we stay high
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| We just tryna find them De La Soul chops
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| Soulful, not
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| Cold cuts gonna hit you different when you hungry, get it?
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| And I need enough to split it
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| Fuck it
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| Pull up on me I’ll be down to ride, we can smoke somethin'
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| We can drink, let you hold somethin'
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| Just pull up on me
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| Just pull up on me I’ll be down to ride, since pull up’s
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| My chin to the sky like pull up’s
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| We ain’t lookin' down, we ain’t throwing shade
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| Just pull up on me I’ll be up before the sun can rise
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| People wonder why, the biggest nigga here still hustle like he undersized
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| Head above the water I will not be undermined
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| Underlying principles still the same, but I’ve changed
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| Don’t get caught running in place, you look deranged
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| Pins struggled to stay in frame, I switched the angle
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| Fell down on my knees for the cross, no twisted ankle
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| Twisted papers, passed the joint and heard a thank you
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| Watched the vapors elevate with my prayers
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| Fingers snap celebrate of our airs
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| In the background, my homies back round
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| Branch back in the day, we smoke the whole pack now
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| Most of them old dreams is bold facts now
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| We link and step over our old tracks now
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| And honestly, shit is kind of nice to remember
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| But I got them blocks for building, I’m not tryna play Jenga
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| Ain’t no time to point fingers, lessen direction of truth
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| You’ll find this shit is connected to lies like suits and ties
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| Shit changed when everybody know that you that guy
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| Seen too many relationships get euthanized
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| So Fuck it
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| Pull up on me I’ll be down to ride, we can smoke somethin'
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| We can drink, let you hold somethin'
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| Just pull up on me
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| Just pull up on me I’ll be down to ride, since pull up’s
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| My chin to the sky like pull up’s
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| We ain’t lookin' down, we ain’t throwing shade
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| Just pull up on me I’ll be
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| Just pull up on me I’ll be
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| Just pull up on me I’ll be
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| Down to ride, bet you’ll only hear this on the lowest key
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| Had the same niggas for the longest time, and the strongest kind
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| That’s how you know it’s me |