| Close the door and give us a moment
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| I’d like to scrub the floor with all of my opponents
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| Tell it how it is take it how you want it
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| Sound a little different in that radio rap don’t it?
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| 'Cause this is what it sound like
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| When real motherfuckers get around mics
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| 21 Savage with the rhyme
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| You started out on YouTube, dabbin' for the vine
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| Slow-mo dancin' on that pop shit
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| Like Coco better beware of that drop kick
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| That Vocal will make the air wave toxic
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| Spittin' so local man these suckers can’t stop it
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| Since before local, then I hop in the cock pit
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| In Kamizaze, that’s how you suppose to hit the block bitch
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| Modern day, ghetto profit
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| How could I not be?
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| I was raised on that Pac shit
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| Like a Go-pro, yeah homie watch this
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| Used to be local now I’m dancin' on top bitch
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| 20 years deep, hoe grab your galoshes
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| Since Project Blowed I’ve been so obnoxious
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| We were screamin' on them whack niggas
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| Can’t you see I’m excresing demons, get back nigga
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| I ain’t been right in a long time
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| Shout out to Mitchy Slick and the Wrongkind
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| From Dago to the Bay niggas know me
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| Used to be Greyhound bound now I’m OG
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| One call will get a rap nigga lit up
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| Call to golden state y’all need to fuck with us
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| Killas, hustlers, pimps, weirdos
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| Call 'em criminals but those is my heroes
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| When Eazy-E signed Will.i.Am
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| You want a picture of that moment? |
| Nigga, here I am
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| When Cypress Hill made Killa Man
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| I had just started writin' in, I was still a fan
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| Made my first my song at Mike Caren house
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| Back when my mama used to worry 'bout my whereabouts
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| Catch a grown nigga in a cypher I would air 'em out
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| Curfews and college what I did not care about
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| I was off on my own
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| Captain of my own ship tryin' be grown
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| For a Captain to save a hoe and it was on
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| Before he had the formula I started making songs
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| Going on 2 minutes and I’m still flowing
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| This nigga, oh gosh, got the horns blowing
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| And it sounds so triumpant
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| I came up in the 90's I ain’t never for that punk shit
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| Four 15's in the trunk shit
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| Get the function jumpin', bumpin' enough for the funk bitch
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| Or should I say «bitch»?
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| 'Cause Todd Shaw taught us all how to get rich
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| And Snoop Dogg is a real Crip
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| The truest Piru I met was my nigga Quick
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| Who me? |
| I’m only Nick
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| But I’m 'bout to rap my ass off on this shit
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| I’m from West L. A, Mid City y’all
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| But the culture came from New York City, dawg
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| Made me a superhero in so many ways
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| Now I’m flying all around the world and I’m gettin' paid
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| And any day know this shit could end
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| All you got is your faith, and your family, and your friends
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| Let us begin
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| Peace |