| Heavy is the head that wears the crown
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| These niggas head’s is too light
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| Put the Fear of God in these niggas Pusha
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| Its like the changing of the guards
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| We changing out the frauds
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| Gave these lions heart like my name ended in oz
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| Long time coming, Sam Cooking up these bars
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| Still Eddy Caning see the fiends sunk in jaws
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| Pusha ton, pledge allegiance to the raw
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| No dope dealer that escape without a scar
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| I’m Buddy Lee so lucky me, see I’m home
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| Wish I could jailbreak my team like an iPhone
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| Squilly told me take this motherfucker by storm
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| Get the money and they bitches, bring the prize home
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| So as I embark, this where the begin start
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| I write my own happy ending, nigga pen sharp
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| My life’s a Kodak moment, I need a frame for it
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| The Penthouse’s bed needs a crane for it.
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| I’m fuckin on it, exotic bitch out the rainforest
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| So many bitches its a blur, I take the blame for it
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| God in heaven knows what I feel inside
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| Responsible for all this inner-city genocide
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| I’ll be damned if I lay camp is villify
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| As I up lift this arch for them ceiling high
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| I can identify with your one death
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| We lose thousands over here, you speakin one breath
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| Outsiders looking in like using one ref
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| My zip cam point of view to you is one step
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| Closer to clarity, not a parody
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| How cocaine single handedly carried me
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| Escaped clever through the fox hole narrowly
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| They kick dirt up on my name until they bury me
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| I just shake it off, then I shake a leg
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| A lot of time to make up is what Jacob said
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| The fans fell for your act, I tell you break a leg
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| Then guns shots going off that’ll awake the dead
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| PUSH! |