| Yo, hey yo, pockets touching about to be on some shit
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| Not for nothing, but if I don’t get to some song
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| I’m out for hunting, none of this is me
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| Feel like I’m caught in a glitch
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| And once I double up I’m in the game all this a switch
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| Fuck the politics I’m going for mines
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| Too many cooks with no referrals
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| I’m in the world stirring the times
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| Too many corny rappers blurring the lines
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| Of what’s real, but i just chill
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| Cause the mastermind is thorough and kind
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| I took my check and flipped it
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| Who ever gets to go, supplies the biscuits
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| Even though life is precious, we still risk it
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| Out of pocket hustlers, everyday get smoked like briskets
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| Teed off niggas tripping to get a quick fix
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| Prom queens turn to methamphetamine misfits
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| Instead of dreams, teens go for the kill
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| They trying to get a mil', on some ill dollar bill slick shit
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| But knowledge will start a lil' problem when it comes to this shit
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| Cause when you know better, supposed to go better
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| How you know the sun, moon and stars, but know cheddar?
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| It sounds conflicted
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| But take your time and understand
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| The best part is the righteous mind
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| Of the babies to the line to keep the shit lit
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| Pardon my French
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| My heart on my sleeve is like a fence
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| Running from the police bent
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| Nautica trench, gold chain honor event
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| Scholars and gents, crime scene Planet Asia, Evidence
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| Rub my tape across your tongue, it might numb your face
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| This type of dope will make you run in place
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| Know some real players and know some that’s fake
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| Know some real killers and know some that ain’t
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| Let me paint, just let me paint
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| Shut the fuck up, when im talking cause I’m talking bank
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| Another classic with the Venice homie
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| Ain’t none of that, go get the strap cause the shit is on me
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| Active when it’s time to be
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| I run a hand like a record label
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| See me with your bitch, that means she’s signed to me
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| It runs in the blood since I was young, stabbing dimes
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| Blessed with mother’s face and my daddy’s mind
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| Get your grind up
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| My heart is warm, my mind is cold
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| Just don’t make me make my mind up
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| We got that poison, we got that pure, for sure
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| Whatever the vice, we got it here, what you looking for?
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| Bottom line, put ya mask on
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| Fuck around and catch a contact, we cooking dope
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| And the droughts standing out with a look of hope
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| Why you looking broke? |