| When you look at my brothers, what’s your first impression?
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| Does the sight of us leave you guessin'
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| Or do you understand the stressin', the aggression?
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| The look of no hope on my niggas' faces
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| Like the Lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces
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| See embrace us, falls short on the numb tips of street entrepreneurial fingers
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| Stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers
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| External blingers is all we can be
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| 'Cause on the inside we’ve been given nothin' to shine with
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| Gotta frown at some of this stuff
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| They say that new Duffle don’t sound hungry enough
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| I’ve never lied to you, this how I’m sumin' this up
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| It’s hard to replicate a hunger when nigga’s stomach is stuffed
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| I’m not a man that look for someone to bluff
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| Kept it a gram, now niggas numbers is up
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| Stick to your plans when niggas come to disrupt
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| Some niggas smile in your face while they put a gun to ya gut
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| A newly refined beautiful mind
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| If you needed an artist who’s in his prime, who would find?
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| 'specially when you feedin the family, doin the crime
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| I know the feelin' bein locked in the cage and losin' the time
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| You should not be afraid of provin' ya grind
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| Visionary with the words that could lead a school of the blind
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| I’m paranoid in my mansion, losin' my mind
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| By the window with the tip of the barrel, movin' the blinds
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| No need for ya commentary
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| Where was niggas at when I needed the commissary?
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| Half of these niggas love to be in a cell
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| The other half dread it here like Martin Payne at the monastery
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| Everything we do with our lives gotta be honorary
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| On top of makin' it monetary
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| When it come to murder, I’m calm as any
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| Take a stand and you gettin' life as soon as your honor’s ready
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| Duffle Bag had to be him, savvy and grim
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| Soul searchin' in the valley of sins, daddy was him
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| Chip off the old block
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| And a gig is hard to get than coke
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| So niggas get their grind on 'cause TV tells us
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| Aim high, nigga, (?)
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| In the gutter where you can find me
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| Who else gon' give you the realest verses besides me
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| Corona’s got my eyes low, lower than Chinese
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| Supply these niggas masked up over them 5Gs
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| Supply the world with this vaccine, relax queen
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| I’ma little more than a Shaq meme in a rap stream
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| What that means I’m enlightened when I be writin
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| Black dreams of us fightin' the shackles they tried to tighten
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| I represent somethin' marvelous to us all
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| A blueprint if you fatherless and you poor
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| No new prints, the revolver is in the draw
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| I’m a warrior in a garden, not a gardener in a war
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| Steel against steel, I’m just sharpenin' up the sword
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| That’s regardless of your awards, I’ma harvest of the applauds
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| I die for you to live, put this martyr up on the cross
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| Went to Harvard and took a course, I’m an artist you should endorse
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| Duffle and Craven, somethin' amazin'
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| We holdin' every hustlers in (?) stuck in amazement
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| My every step crushin' the pavement, fuck the engagement
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| We Jessie and Walter White when they bubbled up from the basement
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| Who you think you 'bout to be cuffin' up in the station?
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| I never met someone I can trust enough to be patient
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| My flow is quite clean like COVID-19
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| Pipe dreams, they was never a rush to touch any patience
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| When a nigga goes from not doin' to doin'
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| What do you tell him, not to be a nigga?
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| Shit, I gots to be a nigga, that’s how I pay the bills
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| And I’ma do that whether I gotta sling this coke
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| Or exploit these rhyme skills… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Beautiful Mind , by - Ransom. Song from the album Directors Cut (Scene Two), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп