| I know perfect timing feels like I’m too late
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| And I know I’m still great in spite of my mistakes
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| You know it’s authentic, every rhyme I say
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| My only regret is I made niggas wait
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| See, ain’t too many like us, we like vintage Bape
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| And I don’t fuck with busters, I can’t integrate
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| Grew up with these killers in my living space
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| Lotta niggas folded through them village days
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| Citywide, gang and junction police raids
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| L.A. Times, Rollin 60s, made the front page
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| I vowed to never let you ditch and seal my fate
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| Sellin' dope with hopes to graduate to real estate
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| I knew I was drummin' to a different beat
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| Felt it in my stomach, I was just unique
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| We decided we gon' let these digits speak
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| Then we turn Slauson into Venice Beach
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| S 600 Maybach, platinum dealer plates
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| Wake up in this penthouse to the cityscape
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| You know it’s authentic, every shit I say
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| I knew self destruction ain’t the only way
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| Sometimes perfect timing feels like I’m too late
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| But I know you still great in spite of your mistakes
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| Before you run your race you gotta find a pace
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| Just make sure you cross the line, and fuck the time it takes
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| I got out the county jail 2008
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| Couple months, I dropped the tape then I was on my way
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| My first single out, it set the streets ablaze
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| On location, shot that video in front the cage
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| Tryna find my way through this fuckin' maze
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| Every concert, hundred niggas on the stage
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| I’m still active so it’s really just another day
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| Promoters paranoid to book you, that affects ya pay
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| And when you stop eatin', that affects your weight
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| And when you get hungry, that affects your brain
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| See me I’m not trippin', I respect the game
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| I hope y’all do, if I can’t make it, I’m gon' take your chain
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| See ain’t too many like us, we like vintage Bape
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| And I don’t fuck with busters I can’t integrate
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| I know perfect timing feels like I’m too late
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| But every single time I drop they tell me I’m the great
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| Victory Lap |