| Everywhere I go they try to take what’s mine
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| Remind me of the Island cuz (still came home wit a shine
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| Still came home wit a shine, still came home wit a shine)
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| (Hi-Tek)
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| Official facts, I walk around heavy wit two gats
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| So niggas can’t snatch what’s mine, I watch my back
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| The whole world schemin on a way to get trap
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| I ain’t mad at that, take what you want, but not mines black
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| Seen a lot cats get yak (for all of that)
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| Ain’t no gettin back, this the shit that comes wit this pack
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| Three things, guns and biscuits, don’t risk it
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| It’s all materialistic, die over this shit
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| And almost got robbed by these two kids in a Lex
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| Wit light tent, steady movin in (said to myself they can’t win)
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| Actin like a friend, son he got close, I bust ten
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| Bet these niggas won’t ever snatch a chain again
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| So next time you buy a Linc, you probably would think
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| About the situation it brings, for brolic shit
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| You comin clean, thug niggas and fiends
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| You got it good, they gon' scheme, know what I mean?
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| I’m dyin over better things, not flooded pieces
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| Kids die for no reason, sick believin
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| I wish we all wouldn’t wear it even
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| But it if you gotta hold ya heat
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| Mommy always said it’s dangerous in these streets
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| Watch out for beef, your closest friend’ll be ya enemy
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| And stab you in ya back for ya equity
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| The recipe, fuck that shit, live out ya destiny
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| That shine ain’t impressin me, I wear mine to the death of me
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| Straight up and down, that shit is stressin me
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| But basically cape on my chest will be my legacy
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| Remember me? |
| I try to warned you 'fore it happen
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| A lot of niggas die over jewelry snatchin
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| Take it from Royal Flush, I did the shit before rappin |