| PS 111 had free lunch
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| Embarrassed but managed to get a plate…
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| We was kids hungry
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| Mom’s working, I was famished
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| She getting home late…
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| So I decided now I’m in charge
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| Either stay full or starve
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| Corner store like «Mister, spare-a-quarter»
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| Before Air Jordans, Kareem Abdul-Jabbars
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| Trying to cop quarters and trying to move that hard
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| Roll with a shooting squad
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| How could I not succumb? |
| How could I not partake?
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| Fifteen, I got a gun
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| Sixteen, I robbed a train
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| Licked off a shot for fun
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| What’s got inside my brain?
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| A hustler’s job ain’t done, til he becomes a king
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| But I’m a righteous son, despite I’m in the midst of
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| Dudes who switch up and change
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| They wanna carry me like I’m some kind of lame
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| I never let them though, I just forgive them though
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| Either that or the pistol blow
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| «Say YEAH! |
| Haha, thank ya! |
| Ahhh, Hallelujah!
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| Y’all don’t hear me now! |
| Somebody help me!»
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| I remember early mornings, syrup sandwiches, sugar water, yeah
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| Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators was out of order, yeah
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| Worth two hundred million now
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| Bicentennial nigga, flat screens and condominiums
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| Brazilian women on Xannies they pulling off panties
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| I’m pushing forty, she only twenty-one
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| Don’t applaud me, I’m exhausted G
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| Me and my red cup, my blunt and my red cup
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| Y’all wouldn’t know me without one, I keep a fresh cut
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| Remember talking to Biggie inside his Lex truck
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| Said stay fly when you bummy, keep your pajamas Armani
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| Hood forever, I just act like I’m civilized
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| Really what’s in my mind is organizing a billion Black motherfuckers
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| To take over J.P. and Morgan, Goldman and Sachs
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| And teach the world facts and give Saudi they oil back
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| «Say YEAH! |
| Haha, thank ya! |
| Ahhh, Hallelujah!
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| Y’all don’t hear me now! |
| Somebody help me!»
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| 1990's Polo Ralph Lauren on him
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| Gone a few years, the whole world snoring on him
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| Girls all up on him
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| I spread em, hit 'em and dead 'em
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| She says, third leg from a legend is sheer heaven
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| She says, it is the greatest loving
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| The tales you hear is the truth on me
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| Who wasn’t the most faithful husband
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| Reveal my life, you will forgive me
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| You will love me, hate me, judge me, relate to me
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| Only a few will, this how it sounds when you’re too real
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| They think it’s just music still
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| Well I am a graphic classic song composer
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| Music notes on sheets, I wrote this piece to get closure
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| Some of y’all might know Kelis, this goes to her with love
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| Also goes to y’all, let’s see
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| The craziest things already happened to me
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| So either you’ll be laughing at me or you’re laughing with me, ha
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| «Say YEAH! |
| Haha, thank ya! |
| Ahhh, Hallelujah!
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| Y’all don’t hear me now! |
| Somebody help me!» |