| Yeah, word
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| Yeah, word
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| You done fucked up, I’m home now
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| The belt self-tightens, the L rollin' itself
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| Lightin' like, velvet — it felt right
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| Too many nights hell-bent — motel life
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| That old scent of unknown
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| It’s somethin' how my code-switches
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| Somethin' ‘bout my show scored different, my food thought heavy
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| Fork lifted, cliché, cat-callin' life a bitch, to address
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| Form-fitted, winter storm, inner core
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| But hear me comin' at the door, intercom
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| Sinners can’t sing along
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| Pentecost, they make no sense
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| How sweet the cold, even with the hoes it feel complete
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| If its too hot Escovitch it’s only 'cause I forgot I got
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| Bigger fish to free, mystery school in between
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| Fist full of, «ooh, I wish"'es
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| Best of the crop of the cream
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| But it’s chess not checkers
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| They checked 2Pac, our bishop
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| You on the block or the box
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| Who got watch on the queen
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| Not keeping watch for the throne
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| If we can’t spot what it means
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| We bring no peace to the home
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| Why would not you be true?
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| Seen crews fall like taco, over ground beef
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| Stay king of the apostles that surround you
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| Miss me with all that bullshit, that’s my word
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| Say the Zim Zala Bim, it’s the crème de la crop
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| Valley highs, through valleys low, never stopped
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| Man alive, ghost from the past jumps in the present
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| The what saved the deal, the toaster
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| So hold the words you got, if it ain’t food for thought
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| I’m hungry and bent, and will be til end of days
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| Let’s hope that the curtain call is startin' to the
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| End of page, stage left, scene gone wrong
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| Stage right, won’t leave my brain, I need a change of set and cast and my
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| character, cast a conductor
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| A twist of fate for the friendly, or just a break from the cluster
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| I guess it’s only fam on my phone
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| No other place to call home
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| If I can’t find peace of mind, then put a piece to my dome
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| (Yeah, we been here before
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| Yo, yeah, we been here before, remember?
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| Remember?)
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| So we keep it one-hundred, one stack
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| One million, I’ve been crawling, I’ve been climbing
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| Out here trying to make a killing
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| The sunrise ain’t always sunny
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| I ain’t foolin' myself
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| I’ve been down, still I’m proud
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| I am full of myself
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| I am weak
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| We are god
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| I am dirt
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| I am stars
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| C’est la vie
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| Say I say
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| Say amen hamdulillah
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| All my life
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| I wrote this down
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| In case I lost myself in the crowd
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| In case I lost myself in the crowd
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| In case I lost myself in the crowd
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| In case I lost myself in the crowd
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| In case I lost myself in the crowd
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| In case I lost myself in the crowd
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| In case I lost myself in the crowd
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| In case I lost myself in the crowd
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| In case I lost myself in the crowd
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| Lost myself in the crowd
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| In case I lost myself in the crowd
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| Hey, word
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| Hey, yo
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| Hey, yo
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| Shawty, come my way
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| Bow-legged, I toss on the turn
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| Flint water to André
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| Yeah, and we be
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| In the age of agua
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| But this agua here for chocolate
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| Hottest all the mother-fathers
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| Can I
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| Walk a overcast someday?
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| Can I
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| Expire from all of these sunrays?
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| I’m colonizin', can’t complain
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| I thought a lot to my young days
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| Move furniture for no fung shui
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| Hey, fuck all that fist we want gunplay
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| This is the shoot for the stars
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| what you lookin' for, or car, nigga
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| Bouncer stuck me in drools
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| Disregarded the rules
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| You can probably credit it
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| To my rap etiquette
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| I grew up in the motor
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| Almost always un-sober
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| It was Goose mixed with juice
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| Or Hennessy filled with soda
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| Wasted Youth was the crew
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| Grab the hood with the glue
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| I was taught, «never lie»
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| Cheat or steal, never cry
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| Sleep or squeal on your brethren
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| Was my everyday lesson
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| Went through everyday stresses
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| All through my adolescence, uh
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| So we keep it one-hundred, one stack
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| One million, I’ve been crawling, I’ve been crying
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| I’ve been tryin' make a killing
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| The sunrise ain’t always sunny
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| I ain’t foolin' myself
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| I’ve been down, still I’m proud
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| I am full of myself
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| I am weak
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| We are god
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| I am dirt
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| I am stars
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| C’est la vie
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| Say I say
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| Say alhamdulillah
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| All my life
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| I wrote this down
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| In case I lost myself in the crowd
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| In case I lost myself in the crowd
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| Crowd |