| Footnote!
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| Kendrick ain’t mention no females
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| Rapsody we gotta change that
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| Boss!
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| For my people all on them hundred blocks
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| For all my brothers that’s trying, ducking a hundred shots
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| Trying to stack hundreds we cometh 9th said to lead the squad
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| Blacked out and the army back me with Molotovs
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| Burn Molly
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| I’m in Raleigh, finger to all the laws
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| We don’t follow rules they ain’t meant to protect none of y’all
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| Camisole — They want us to feel underneath
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| Young dreamers, they kill our vibe but I won’t bereave
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| I’d rather sweat one than cry a beach
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| Work harder till we all Carter’s and Patricks D’s
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| Work harder till we at Harvard, the black elite
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| New rules, new school, our generation deep
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| Our gene erasing if we ain’t taking the time to lead
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| Death to YOLO I live Soulo without the seed
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| Control system it ain’t controlling we, Hiiipower, Most Dope, Culture Over
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| everything
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| From Anglo Saxons to niggas stacking
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| We bragging
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| We came a long way from picking cotton
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| I bask in the glory of all my brothers rising up
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| And shed a tear for all the ones that’s on that molly dust
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| Ain’t trying to preach just trying to reach baby it’s all love
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| My father told me he got bout twenty more years with us
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| Got me thinking how short this life is, we all giving up
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| And God don’t give us luck so get it or just give it up
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| Words of wisdom I heard in the kitchen my mama cast
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| And I ain’t Yeezus but damnit it’s dark so I’mma spazz
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| Old class I got it from all them legends
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| I’m in different lane but we parallel like 11
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| And three sevens it gets dark but I never lose sight of heaven
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| The sun don’t shine, if I ain’t rhyming I’m second
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| To none confidence of Big Pun when I’m on the record
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| And if you know I’m Hannibal Lecter resurrected
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| Holy as Hova and this my grail
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| I spill blood over it knowing that I’ll never fail
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| Tripping on reacts when they catching I ain’t male
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| Can’t inhale so you’ll never catch this winner holding a L
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| Eric, it’s apparent the squadron is gon' prevail
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| Jamla the squad bringin' hell
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| For real
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| Ion know fail
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| I can’t spell it
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| I only know to keep going ain’t um and keep jealous
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| Stay up
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| Stay up
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| Confidence swelling
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| Ion know how to fail
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| I can’t spell it nigga |