| Yeah, as we click and the furuistic zillionares
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| You know what I’m saying
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| Back in the day we used roll up some hoes
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| Never thought I’d be writing up a scroll on these halls
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| Now a day niggas be twistin up for the conversation
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| In my day niggas was twisted off the meditation
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| in my day niggas was living off of the plantation
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| Never ever catchin some niggas with a occupation
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| Now a dayz niggas be fiendin for the masturbation
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| From a bitch that got a dick with a clit-
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| Pulsatin/I say is what I said
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| That’s right niggas be hatin
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| Just waitin to be catching a fist to the face
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| Waitin for a nigga to go insane, catch a case
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| Cause his drink was laced. |
| now check it out.
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| I’m trying to finish this album while the economy’s fallin
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| Drama be callin like it’s palmin' a dime and quarter, dialin'
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| Behind is a war in the mind of a foreign climate
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| Designed for enormous giant dime proportions… riots
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| Outside the recordin wires fires were scorchin… hydrants
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| Apply to the stores where buyers are hypin and supportin the violence
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| The morgue is supplying, more over the line stiff brisk overly silent
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| Soldiers and pilots, my eyes to the ceilin
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| Fan’s spinning by its limbs, the news is touchin like violins
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| Pluckin by the strings, my enviroment sufferin like me by the pen
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| Trying to find the next line to blend comin with nothin
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| I’m trying to rhyme again |