| Seven years old, I asked Christ and the genie
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| Ten years old, I seen my friend die really
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| Genie in the bottle though it’s
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| Jenny on the block
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| I’m Houdini with the Uzi, holy father, wake me up
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| Time-traveller, that boy, he a star
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| Blowing bubbles in the faces of the people afar
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| '97 Hov playing, trunk rattled the car
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| Wet lick done licked the gold stars of my heart
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| Golden roses over enemies and sprinkled with serenity
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| Tryna stain the legacy, pray to Allah
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| And fo' sho', got you rappers Instagramming your ma
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| With that North Face jacket, blade tucked in my-
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| Way, way before the tomb came the womb, no question
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| And out came his black ass, remember, you was yellow with your
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| Black bandana with your fingers all twisted
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| June 19th '87 in the kitchen
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| The straw that broke the camel’s back, in love with your life
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| Have you ever walked home afraid, alone in the night?
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| Have you ever taken drink inside the loo just in case?
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| Cause the fears of a man just like God to my cape
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| And the rap game crazy but the coke came at 'em
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| Eve came home feeling fruity and we smashing
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| All of that ass got me feeling real ratchet
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| The chicken came before the egg and way before the atoms
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| Cancelling the shows and making money off of acting
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| Rain, rain pouring like the bezels in my chalice |