| Yo I like this one
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| Just let it go Preem
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| Give em a second to give us a lil courtesy, you know
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| You ready? |
| (You ready?) Okay
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| Well hold these sunflower seeds, I’m going in
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| Guess who’s bizack, the best two that’s gon' ever do it
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| Don’t need no Metro or Neptunes trizack
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| This is what you call alcoholic recordin', flawless guitar riffs
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| Now they ridin' with us for sure in the Audi or this
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| Ferrari, this is for Joe Montgomery and Johnny Morris
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| Now we 'bout to power up the Ghost like Omari Hardwick
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| Time flies when you havin' a nice time
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| So when I drive I try to ride slower than Heinz pourin'
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| My mama told me to try to enjoy it
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| Take you a vitamin, boy, and stick to your diet and tour it (harder)
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| Keep risin' and soarin', (harder) don’t put your mind on the evil
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| Keep your eye on the people who would kill just to be by you
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| And beware of those who appear to be dyin' to meet you
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| Let your therapy be The Bible and let yourself just be legendary
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| And just continue to keep on helpin' the less fortunate
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| Not for no fuckin' credit in public but for the blessings above
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| Most important lesson I learned was just to love (true)
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| Most of my aggression was extra liquor and just the drugs (true)
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| Wherever I go, whoever I’m with, I’m met with hugs (true)
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| While all you rappers gettin' extorted, in debt with thugs
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| I’m ridin' around in a Maserati 'bout to go to McDonald’s
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| Eatin' sunflower seeds (laid back)
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| But I still’ll spit the shell out the window
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| Still’ll spit the shell out the window (whattup doe)
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| Now that I’m livin' well all I remember is
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| All I could afford was sunflower seeds (laid back)
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| But I still’ll spit the shell out the window
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| Still’ll spit the shell out the window
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| I will spit these out a Gallardo
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| Then peel off laughin' like Ricky Ricardo
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| Go to your lady home and spit a whole bag of sunflower seeds
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| Out on her marble… floor, oh no I didn’t
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| I killed the fish and put wings on the doggie
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| For treatin' me like I don’t, don’t know fly bitches
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| Nickel, I’m back in the Preem of things
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| Two jackets, this one is dapper, that one is Steve McQueen
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| I flip on a rapper
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| Quick as Christopher could finish up a track on a beat machine
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| I pull out a full metal jacket
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| Show you exactly what goin' platinum with features mean
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| I am the absolute shit, I actually speak latrine, PRhyme 2
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| All day, you hear Uzi choppers and nines too
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| All day you niggas eat sushi, sausage, and fondue
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| The drum dealer like Ma Duke, the Hummer red
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| And it come on top of giant-sized shoes like clown suits
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| The rifle rightfully mine, too
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| It might just heat up from the field in the clutch
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| Like when Mike and LeBron shoot
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| Ridin' around in a Maserati 'bout to go to McDonald’s
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| Eatin' sunflower seeds (laid back)
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| But I still’ll spit the shell out the window
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| Still’ll spit the shell out the window
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| Now that I’m livin' well all I remember is
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| All I could afford was sunflower seeds (laid back)
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| But I still’ll spit the shell out the window
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| Still’ll spit the shell out the window
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| And I, I grew up in the streets
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| One man (one man)
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| One heart (one heart)
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| One love (one love)
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| Livin' in the ghetto you get one chance
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| (You get one chance)
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| You know I keep a piece and my sunflower seeds
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| In the other hand
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| And Po-Po out here shootin' niggas
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| Yeah they tryna kill the brother man
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| And I, I grew up in the streets
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| One man (one man)
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| One heart (one heart)
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| One love (one love)
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| Livin' in the ghetto you get one chance
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| You know I keep a piece and my sunflower seeds
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| In the other hand |