| My man G-Boah, he came a long long way
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| To my man Rollarock, he came a long long way
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| To my self Anonymous, me came a long long way
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| To the Gunmen crew, we came a long long way
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| To the Amsterdam mass, they came a long long way
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| To the Rotterdam mass, we came a long long way
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| To the whole wide world, we came a long long way
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| To the Postmen crew, we came a long long way
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| To my rap niggas to come yall stay on ya toes
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| Before the getting is getting yall what you really suppose
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| To many lost flows floss of a old hits to often
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| Who keeps getting doe who gets not gets lost men
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| I know the semmi hit em with four in a row
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| Feelin' revealing dealin' with you not anymore
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| Rumors of war remmington talks
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| Make sure you give broadcast abroad acrousse
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| Feelin' lord
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| Cop to keep flouding the streets
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| With schemes covered beneath
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| Covers to creep deep haters retreat
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| Rock em to sleep
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| Eye browsin' our steps
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| Do it to death losing what’s kept
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| Had em thinking we sinking but guess whose back
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| On the streets the first to come first to bleed |
| First to announce words first to burst out heat
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| First to serve grieve
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| First to emerge when in a worst case of beef
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| First to spray on your leak
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| Had his dome put to rest
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| Two to the chest his flesh torn apart
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| You was warn from the start taking that route
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| Letting his mouth labba now he’s everywhere about
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| Scattered and battered cause that’ll be what he be looking after
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| All people that made you got you labeled
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| Some’ll love most hate you
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| Underrate your debut
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| Some will praise you it’s fatal
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| Go play brave you
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| Yo fucking with us may God save you
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| Yo for the keepin' peep in to the thought
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| Got no reason to aboard sport live as it’s broads
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| We’ve been in courts and we’ve served time
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| In the fort they heard mine
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| Murder occurred it be the word it was my first time
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| I know they love to have niggas here do so
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| You slipping you’ll catch a clipping
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| Till they cut you down slow
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| From the docks to blocks in bimre
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| Brothas been through it before
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| Fuck a hand me down put in work doing dirt that’s all they know
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| Yo revelated I made it creative with songs |
| Whether you hate it related I rate it afraid of the launch
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| Meditated stay motivated paid every month
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| Riding from out of my hiding I’ll be vibing surviving amongst
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| Poverty philosophy on how brothas ain’t having none
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| From Zion to the pyramids to concrete slums
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| Niggas fight for crumbs with dues
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| Then get blasted for doing wrong
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| Recognize we be the highest authors doing this song |