| Uh, you got to get it
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| Right now
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| Uh, you got to get it
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| When? |
| Right now
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| Rocking steady with the rhythm, get 'em loose
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| They heard y’all rocking long enough
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| It’s time to give them truth
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| They say they want a hit?
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| Here’s a needle, find a groove
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| It’s for my people tryna choose between sex, drugs and violence
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| 'Cept thugs be lyin'
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| They say they fire two’s when they bustin' in they rhymes
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| But they ain’t got a 9 to shoot
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| Bet they got a mom Dukes who can’t listen to they shit cause
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| It ain’t fact we make tracks for people with they fist up
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| Prayin' spit to switch up
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| But that’s asking too much
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| They feel real content selling lies to make them two bucks
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| Hanging on a dream that one day they finna move up
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| Now they crazy, glue stuck
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| Cause move. |
| meant got some new cuts
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| For trekking, yes
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| Blu 'cuz is with them too, ripping booths
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| Spittin' through the box labels thought that he would fit into
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| I rock steady with the rhythm just to get 'em loose
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| Y’all rocked long enough
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| Its time to give these niggas truth
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| Git it… now |
| I got so much on my mind, but I’m still flowing
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| Still rolling, writing rhymes in my worst turmoil, turn soil
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| Dig deep in the dirt
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| Rhyme talk, speak my hurt
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| You can hear it in my verse
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| Even when I’m at my worst
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| Ima take action first, spit action
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| Reveal me in it, you feel me in it
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| Cause even the problem’s done it still be vintage
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| Others relate to it as the world keep spinning
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| I smile through these difficult trials
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| Keep ripping it, wow
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| Track like John and I reach out
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| So I have no choice but to manifest greatness
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| Cause every chromosome given
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| Just forces me to make it
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| But it’s so hard for ya boy
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| Lows only getting lower
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| But I keep pushing harder
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| I will not be slaughtered, drowning in these deep waters
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| Every rhyme scheme darker
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| Here’s a life preserver, that’s why I write these verses
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| Get it now?
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| They told me I was born ready, steady
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| The type that hit the ground running
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| Form steady, every night fight from round one till the last bell
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| I take it back to four tracks and max cells
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| Y’all soft like pastels is |
| The combination of 9 years spitting
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| Now I’m hitting my prime
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| Dope for ever line written
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| I shine bright like (?) light
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| I send a tone like it’s my fine birth right
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| The first type given
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| So best believe it, ima keep on livin'
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| Till I see 'em drippin' (?)
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| And I get my money up, call it fund raising
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| We taking more (?)
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| And we goin' out guns blazing
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| Tracking Blu with my crew got so much heat, y’all don’t understand
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| And if there’s no such thing as a short thing
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| We the closest thing to it
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| This step fam got a nice ring to it now |