| Been through hell and back, back
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| Never lookin back, black
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| Dippin in a black, black
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| Never been a whack rap
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| Squeezin on my gat gat
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| Fallin for no trap trap
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| When it’s goin down you know
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| That thing sound like clack clack
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| View what I said with a microscope
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| These here lyrics that I wrote
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| Light that bomb 'dro, take a toke
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| Certified black this ain’t no joke
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| It’s that Dog in your atmosphere
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| No damn way to get me out here
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| Rockin the masters a gang of years
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| Takin shit up to a higher gear
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| Ain’t gonna come at y’all with the same
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| Shit’s my soul if it bears my name
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| On the real, I’m like a Mustang
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| After years I still remain
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| Changin up what’s on the street
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| Keep pushin niggas gotta eat
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| Business man that’s what I be
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| Too damn deep in the industry
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| Fuck a major label record deal
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| Them motherfuckers just be unreal
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| Slave to the rhythm that’s how it feel
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| Whole damn system I wanna kill
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| Just so you know I don’t give a fuck
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| Learn all you can so you know whassup
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| Take some chances, try yo' luck
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| Might fuck around and make a buck
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| Represent when you on the set
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| I me fuckin demolish it
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| Let them know you rock with the best
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| This nigga’s headed for success
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| It’s all good if you got that dream
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| I had it too when I was a teen
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| Makin that big time on the scene
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| Cream and respect y’all know what I mean
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| I do rap symposiums
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| Tie two niggas to my podium
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| Low in salt and sodium
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| Y’all don’t know me so don’t blow me up
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| Take shit back to code of the streets
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| Real dogs bark and talk is cheap
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| Earn some stripes and be a G
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| Get big bank and properties
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| Never know what the next man got
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| Any fool might make it hot
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| All it takes is one good shot
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| Then wait for the aftershock
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| For a closing I got to say
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| Real with this I don’t fucking play
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| Stay the hell up outta my way
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| Back my shit up every single day |