| Holla like whatever all we needed was a reason
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| All this money they been showing they got reasons through the ceiling
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| All we wanted was a part, all this seeing is believing
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| From the jump its from the heart, pardon we wit all this breathing
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| All this anticipation, all this keeping this shit even
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| All these hands in the way when all they reaching is beneath 'em
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| All these plans we done made, all we see is what we keeping
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| All you standing in the way is only leading us to be it
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| Bet whatever on the vision, if they get it then they on it
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| If they don’t but they close enough to see us and adore it
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| Let em watch from over there, let em watch and know we here
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| Better dreams while we up, better watches for your stares
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| Call it Range Rover rhythm, and may we go and get 'em
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| At the will of what we on, and may we blow the engines
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| May it be just what we want, and may it all glitter
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| Just the same as what we saw cause what we saw was fucking splendid
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| All the scenery they threw us, easy to influence
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| Nothing bout us changed, so you can leave us if you knew us
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| Jumping out a Range had us dreaming to maneuver
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| And mu’fuckas tryna brand new us
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| Range Rover rhythm
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| Corner store signature
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| I don’t do it for me
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| I do it for the liquor store
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| Said we knew what it be
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| Knew it what’s about
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| Tryna 80 thou' somethin' 'fore we out
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| (And all we kno is) how the sweetest dream couldn’t be anymore heinous
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| Promise if you sleeping you’ll see where we all aiming
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| Cause dreaming is all tainted, but we was on that anyway
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| Should’ve never offered us to get a taste
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| Good to enough to want it on a bigger plate
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| Climbing thru a kitchen tryna get a plate
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| Either find a way or go and drill away
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| Living like, 400 a pair, yea my Penny’s straight
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| Living like the ending was beginning with a get a way
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| Another day, another dollar, we just tryna get a day
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| And pull a whole decade within a day
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| Promise you my Penny straight
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| Straight enough to '95 Hardaway penetrate
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| And open up a lane if they don’t give a lane
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| Lanes open bigger for that Range Rover rhythm
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| Tryna open up the hood and put a name on that engine
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| If it go misunderstood, I’ll remain on my pivot
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| For a steering wheel draped in a vision
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| Hospital days, reflecting when my man laid up
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| On a uptown hot block he got his side sprayed up
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| I saw his life slippin', on the day in question I told him
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| I would’ve went wit him, thank God he ain’t listen
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| Reminiscing over Henny and all of them pictures
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| We ride around now knowing we’re probably different
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| And how it sounds now, know me as part of the feeling
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| I gave it life, muthafuck a honorable mention |