| I never brag how real I keep it
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| Cause it’s the best secret
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| Nah I kinda do
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| Shit who better to speak it
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| And who to be it then the inherited reason
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| In seeing a corner and the corners they bury beneath it
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| Polo’d down in Polo downs
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| Shit could be 20 degrees Yankee logo crowns
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| Be on regardless
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| Ears turn red when they frostbit
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| But we be in them Rovers we don’t know what that frost is
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| Or maybe we do
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| Dreaming big enough to maybe pursue
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| And believing in it like maybe we knew
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| Knew enough to want to know more
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| You newcomers be new enough to where we don’t y’all
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| But bet you that you know ours
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| Ours being all of us
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| Down till they offin' us
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| Know the detailing of the story and the moral of
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| And all of it is all that it may seem
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| I went on a world tour and went home to the same fiends
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| I promise I don’t stunt, I regulate
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| Henny and Sprite, I separate
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| My Henny Black, my brim is Grey
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| I’m in a place where no one will ever get to chase
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| And pouring now for anybody who feel a way
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| I don’t stunt, I regulate
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| Henny and Sprite, I separate
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| My Henny Black, my brim is Grey
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| I’m in a place where no one will ever get to chase
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| And pouring now for anybody who feel a way
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| Be as it may, you follow me for the day
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| And find a line full of writers that write to me in they Dre’s
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| The beat, goes on you find the key that it plays
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| Like it’s sitting in the trunk and you tryin to be out the way like
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| Out the way of the uniform and true to form
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| I resented how I get it, no tap, truly yours
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| I mean, wise mean build and destroy
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| We grew up down the block from where the buildings employed
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| But skip the avoids
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| We livin in
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| Nothin that no one was ever kicking in
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| Maybe they attempted but none of them got the pit of it
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| Picture me, living off the way that we was livin it
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| And all of this from looking out the window
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| And then you can say you heard S-K
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| Pulled up in the fresh Grape
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| And hopped out with the Eggplant Foams like checkmate (ha)
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| And all of it is all that it may seem
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| I went on a world tour and went home to the same fiends |