| If I could make time, I wouldn’t make nothing else
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| I feel like with time, anything would probably make itself
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| Evolution or incentive, I’m just trying to grow to the point that my interests
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| Are taken care of by my interest
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| Then I take into account that I’m preparing an account to take care of me in
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| the distance
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| Know a lot of homies that ain’t got no plans
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| Know a lot of ladies that ain’t got no mans
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| They’ll settle for each other like they got no chance
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| I ain’t saying that you need a dude, nah, no ma’am
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| Use ma’am, understand you is not no grand
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| 'Scuse me for being rude, know it sounds so crass
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| But political correctness ain’t my program
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| I’m P.G., I was raised 'round a high-low class
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| Young, got me feeling like a dinosaur
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| I’m coming from an era where we knew each other’s business
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| But like diamonds in the ore we just mined it more
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| They say that real becoming harder to find
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| Good news, mean a lot of you is probably dying
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| Or moving out the city cause of all the property buying
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| Let alone cover rent for the crib each month
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| So you can move to L.A. where you can still cheap stunt
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| Can I get a witness?
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| Black entrepreneur here, can I get some business?
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| Taking out a loan, not asking for-givness
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| Just take away the stone, hard place wasn’t lifting
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| Cause it landed on me, I ain’t land on it
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| Grandma never cussed like daggone it
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| Frustrated free, I’m picking locks
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| Cause time still sitting in a box
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| I ain’t got no plans, trying to keep it that way
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| I’m just trying to do what I want to do
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| Every hour, minute, second of the day
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| I never make reservations, I don’t hold none neither
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| What I bring to the table is the truth
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| So I know I’m always right this way
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| I ain’t got no plans, trying to keep it that way
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| I’m just trying to do what I want to do
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| Every hour, minute, second of the day
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| I never make reservations, I don’t hold none neither
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| What I bring to the table is the truth
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| So I know I’m always right this way
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| And I’ve been up late, thinking I should move upstate
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| Get a farm in the middle of a town called Nowhere sounding like enough space
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| But I like culture so near it grabs me
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| Agriculture I’d do it gladly
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| I think the answer is a loft in the middle of the city and the roof where the
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| plants be
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| Let’s grow, hustle real hard knowing nothing come easy
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| Party on the boulevard well let’s go
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| I’ma take a rain check knowing any minute that the warm front ending and we all
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| get snow
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| I ain’t make the laws but I am trying to break them
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| And not get caught by the criminals that make them
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| Funny that the boss gets a pardon and the Sargent get absolved when the
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| evidence blatant
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| A’salaam alaikum I’m just trying to get a peace from the patience of a saint in
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| the belly of the beast
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| And the lowest in the rank think the hardest in the tank
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| But we seldom get the credit so we never get the lease
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| Sleeping on the streets be the same ones paving
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| Walking on slaughter and the water ain’t free
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| Floating with the attitude of y’all ain’t me
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| And I had it just as bad as you and now I made it
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| Well that’s great then, though
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| Your triumph ain’t erasing what I’m facing, so
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| Get up out my face with the conversations bout how you can relate then no
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| I’m the trenches, I’m riding on the train
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| Local shop owners here, I probably know their names
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| Surviving on the streets doing something like me
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| What you doing, man, nothing this week
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| I ain’t got no plans, trying to keep it that way
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| I’m just trying to do what I want to do
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| Every hour, minute, second of the day
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| I never make reservations, I don’t hold none neither
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| What I bring to the table is the truth
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| So I know I’m always right this way
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| I ain’t got no plans, trying to keep it that way
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| I’m just trying to do what I want to do
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| Every hour, minute, second of the day
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| I never make reservations, I don’t hold none neither
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| What I bring to the table is the truth
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| So I know I’m always right this way
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| I don’t make easy to follow
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| Cause when I’m easy they come come round and they come see me to borrow
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| They don’t give props up, they pot holes
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| So around them how I go
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| Had that happen a few times for me to view signs
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| Now quickly I know
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| Now quickly I know
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| Yeah this King Odd
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| Writer of the rhythm with the pristine bars
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| Keep it hard for me to ever see a loss
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| I’m only getting better while the rest peel off
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| This solid, not plated
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| Barter at the market that you’ll never get away with
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| Your loss
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| I’m the favorite of your favorite
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| Ask him, wait for the reaction, and
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| He’ll cough |