| On the block man they tell me to go, I go harder
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| They ball, I ball harder
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| They move, I move smarter
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| I want it all until the day that I die, I don’t barter
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| They blast, I blast harder
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| They grind, we grind harder
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| First Verse:
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| Ain’t no chumps in my chain
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| Ain’t no creese in my jeans
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| Ain’t no love lost, I put paws and do throw then things
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| Ain’t no strap in my jeans
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| That’s just me how I hang
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| Ask your wifey about me and she’d say the same
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| Walk the talk, spit that game
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| Pay the tab, keep the change
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| Rep the hood code of silence, they ask speak no names
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| Take the Lords name in vain
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| Ain’t no tears in my pain
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| Form the block to the board room, my dudes yeah we reign
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| We reign forever, the code is stick together
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| We mash even though the forecast is stormy weather
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| It’s nothing, I mean a few rainy days
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| I mean it’s how we was raised
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| Most succumb to the pressure but it’s how we was made
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| Were gifted, like the wheat when it’s sifted
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| Through the muck and the mire there heads down and we lifted
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| Now my people is winning, I swear we got it honest
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| Grind hard through the night, same thing in the morning
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| Second Verse:
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| The pride of the city, the toast of the town
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| It’s love when I come back man the streets is proud
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| It’s the return of the real, RIP to the clowns
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| The counterfeits must cease when the real comes around
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| I’m the realest to do it, who’s your favorite I’m iller
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| I taught these young boys the difference in platinum and silver
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| A couple of dollar bills, on my ladies chin chilla
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| Open your coat and move your body like a caterpillar
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| Let’s get it popping, part like it’s are last
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| Tomorrow isn’t promised and yesterdays in the past
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| The moments hear let’s cease it, the weeds is steady creeping
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| Trying to choke out the crop, we sowed it so we reaped it
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| I’m still in awe of this thing, I mean how far we have came
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| Many soldiers have fallen like a moth to the flame
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| They came heated in battle but left defeated in shame
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| Most of these boys is lame and I’m not saying no names
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| Target on my back, red dot on my cap, ladies on my sack
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| All because they like the way I ride this track yeah
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| City gave me love so I throw it back, did it for respect
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| So they cut the check, diamonds on my neck yeah
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| Me I’m from the earth, me I put in work, watch them vultures lurk
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| Praying on me until the day I’m in that dirt yeah
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| Real ones never die, real ones multiply, whit now why would I
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| Look down on you, nah, nah, we ain’t eye to eye |