| Dirty concrete
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| Sky blue dreams grown
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| Crooked smile with some 501 jeans on
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| Mama I made it look
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| I used to scribble rhymes in my green Power Ranger book
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| Took the bus with the Crips and the pretty boys
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| Now I look plush when I dip through my city boy
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| The yougins crown me an O. G
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| And all the big homies super proud of me
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| The haters, they still mad as fuck
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| It’s our time, just ask Problem and Bad Lucc
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| Fuel efficient thug dipping through the diamond lane
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| Call me «Murs» cause you marks usually rhyme the same
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| Game spitting since way back
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| Still in Inglewood with the 9−6 Cadillac
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| And no I never signed to Battle Axe
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| I built an empire off of spitting these battle raps
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| Take one hand wave that shit in the air
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| And if it’s playing on the radio then we don’t care
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| We living in a world that don’t play fair
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| So if you love the underground let me hear you say «Yeah!»
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| Yeah, now everybody keep your hands up
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| If you know the mainstream can’t stand us
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| It’s our time to stand up
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| Living life free, never sitting in hand cuffs
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| Love it all, trap rap to back pack
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| Listen to Lecrae and jack off to Cat Stacks
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| Now how’s that for conflicted homie?
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| Sick and twisted, I admit we should kick it homie
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| I don’t smoke weed or blow trees
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| Undefeated in my fantasy though in both leagues
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| And fantasy is my reality
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| It ain’t happened yet then that’s just a technicality
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| I manifest my ism
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| Rest in peace to the homies Camu Tao and PRZM
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| And I made my decision
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| So you featherweight fucks get no wins in my division
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| And when I win a Grammy like Pun it’s for la raza
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| A mix between a cholo and a rasta
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| Grew up on good weed with no pops in the casa
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| Third verse is a long time to listen to him
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| Especially when they ain’t saying nothing to get you through 'em
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| The hard times, man they come and go
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| But not the underground dudes like me and One.Be.Lo
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| And now it’s my time to run the show
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| Without Felt or my brother 9th Wonder though
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| No shade, everybody need the sun to grow
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| And my time underground has been wonderful |