| When I was a school kid
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| I was pushing bootlegs
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| To the blueprint in the black album
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| Far from pop to the cool kids
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| Said I wouldn’t do shit
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| And I back out this
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| This world ruled this
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| Truth is I’m using yeah
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| Rap about it
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| Never good at hoopin'
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| But I be loopin'
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| And I go stupid
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| I’m a fucking
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| Ooo I’ve been sippin'
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| Sippin' reminiscing
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| How we talk vision in the kitchen yeah
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| We was just kids outboxin' in the whip
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| Wishing everything different
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| Now everything different
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| Cause I stayed on this mission
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| These CDs rock listens
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| Like diamonds I told you
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| We figured that timing
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| Would get this shit kickin'
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| Laid it down yeah brick by brick
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| Yeah I survived the lows
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| Yeah I took them hits
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| Yeah curved that hoe
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| Yeah I fired that prick
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| Now everything gold damn right I switch
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| I said we raising hell boy
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| But we movin' on
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| I’m not that pale boy
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| That you used to know
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| I’m more like Elroy
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| I’m the future bro
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| I’m just the Airboy
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| With a super flow
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| Heard you talking
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| Well you may as well dead it
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| Got that shit bangin' so loud
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| Pissing off the tenants
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| Told Just to his face
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| Your my brother but don’t get offended
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| I’mma make more money than you
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| When I make it
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| Shit I’m glad I said it
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| Now I feel a little better
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| I don’t wanna go back
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| To holes in my pockets
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| With stains on my sweaters
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| Let’s get it
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| Used to flip the cushion just to get it started yeah
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| I whipped that all tomorrow like a lambo woah
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| Did this with my eyes closed
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| I’m flexin' on you
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| From now on
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| Yeah
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| I’m flexin' on you
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| From now on
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| Yeah
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| I’m flexin' on you
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| From now on
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| Yeah
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| I’m flexin' on you
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| From now on
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| Yeah
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| From now on
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| Thinking I was a man
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| Waiting on a big payday
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| Even since the 8th grade
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| I self medicate
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| When I was heading down to interstate
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| To The Bronx trying to get that cake
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| Now she let me penetrate
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| Cos' I motherfucking innovate
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| No codeine, slow mostly
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| How you fuckers know me
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| So you know me
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| So you know me
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| How am I still new to you
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| Play this at my funeral
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| Make it open casket
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| I’m way to beautiful
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| Goddamn yeah
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| Yeah you lost me for a second
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| I’ve been workin' on these records
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| I’ve been cleaning up my message
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| Now they was a checkers
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| So I had to come and wreckers
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| So I learnt to count my blessings
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| Used to flip the cushion just to get it started yeah
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| I whipped that all tomorrow like a lambo woah
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| Did this with my eyes closed
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| I’m flexin' on you
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| From now on
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| Yeah
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| I’m flexin' on you
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| From now on
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| Yeah
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| I’m flexin' on you
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| From now on
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| Yeah
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| I’m flexin' on you
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| From now on
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| Yeah
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| From now on |