| Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
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| Haha, I’m in my zone man
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| You niggas can’t take me out my zone
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| Khrysis, you ready?
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| Yo, uh
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| Uh, they say some things change
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| Friends get lost, better charge 'em to the game
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| Women change when you get a little fame
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| Thirsty ass broads wanna drink away the shame
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| Big headed, getting carried with a crane
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| Underground nigga making money in his lane
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| A couple grooves help me make a couple moves
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| A few moves made me cause a little news
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| Nigga, this is me, no mus'
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| Poobie on his Hova shit, I Will Not Lose
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| My mama said never argue with the fools
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| They drag you down till you swimming with the schools
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| Uh, who made me drown it in the pool?
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| Knowledge is a weapon so I’m packing my tool
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| These muh’fuckers acting like they so cool
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| Homie you the past, I embody what it new
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| It’s like uh, uh, uh, all over the track
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| Like uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back
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| Uh, uh, uh, all over the track
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| Like uh, pardon me y’all, my nigga run it back
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| Uh, they say I took a step back
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| I say I stepped up, niggas don’t know the facts
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| Better yet, niggas don’t know the act
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| Talking out of pocket, that’ll get you hoes slapped
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| Nimrods banging on they compacts
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| It’s all entertainment, I read it to relax
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| No weave, just tracks by the bushel
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| Every now and then need something that’ll put you
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| I mean, I still strive to be great
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| But outsiders don’t understand what it takes
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| Made plenty mistakes, learned to live with regrets
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| People talk big but I’m my own threat
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| Real talk, going at my own neck
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| Bitch numbers up cause the bar’s been set
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| Listen, I know I garnered your respect
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| Check for the rhyme while you nod your neck |