| VERSE 1 — TRAGEDY KHADAFI
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| Peep the god Mahdi
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| Gem star bars is healthy
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| I ain’t tryna just be hood rich
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| I’m tryna get wealthy
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| I spit that Renoir
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| Your bars more like a selfie
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| Ain’t nothing you can tell me
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| Them dreams you tryna sell me
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| Faker than nose jobs on the face of Liza Minelli
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| Come on my nigga really
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| Guns coming out of Israeli
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| Moving with murderers from QB to South Philly
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| I’m what an artist is
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| Khadaf is miraculous
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| Hip-Hop's the Roman Empire
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| Mahdi is Spartacus
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| Bars forever lit
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| Gladiator nemesis
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| Legendary expert making ya’ll just reminisce
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| 2−5 mic assassin
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| I spit with killer’s passion
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| I got the game down
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| Nigga got it all mastered
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| That Golden Era struggle
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| Keeping the truth livin
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| Whether I’m free in the streets
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| For all of those biddin
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| Secure the bag
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| All my niggas goin hard let’s get it
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| PRE-CHORUS:
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| Queens get the money long time no cash
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| I’m caught up in the hustle where the guns go blast
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| HOOK:
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| Ayo I’m caught up in the hustle
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| Power moves require muscle
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| Gotta move it, gotta hustle
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| When the guns go blast
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| Know the wolves’ll tryna rush you
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| If you budge or move a muscle
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| I’m caught up in the hustle where the guns go
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| On the road to pot of gold
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| Holes that swallow whole
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| Dealers and counterfeiters
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| Children who turn to killers
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| Prone to squeeze and bust
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| Slugs’ll go astray
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| Grind and pray
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| Tryna survive another day
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| VERSE 2 — ROCK MECCA
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| From Jamaica to the Bridge
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| Surrender and don’t make a sound
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| The playground for the players who don’t play around
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| I roll with
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| The boldest, coldest, soul-less soldiers
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| The nine holders
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| The high roller Ayatollah
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| Genghis Khan don
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| The only wolf to teach the flock
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| Goin broke
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| Tryna beat the odds and beat the clock
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| Penitentiary chances
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| Stresses that sprout cancers and ulcers
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| From tusslin' with vultures
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| In sulfur
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| My life story, allegories of gore and glory
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| Let champagne rain get your lady to pour it for me
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| These concrete poems of broken bones & soaken clothes
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| Composin tomes that baffle popes in Rome
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| If my casket drops, it’s got to be from the mountaintop
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| Reach higher heights
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| Like an astronaut
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| Like the Warriors movie plot
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| Fought on each and every block
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| See you in hell or at the top
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| I’ll be making both stops
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| (REPEAT PRE-CHORUS)
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| (REPEAT HOOK) |