| My day just started
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| God hours
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| Uh, uh, uh
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| Come home with me
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| Early 2000, 3rd period bouncing
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| I was running through housing low
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| Trying to stay away from crowds with yosh
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| But that’s another story hundred million miles ago
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| Paper on the streets wasn’t funny money yet
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| Youngins by the check, cashing plotting for them summer yummy checks
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| Pebble beat, set up the net right by the doorway
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| Was too young for the short stay then
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| Fast forward to dice game shootings adrenaline buzz
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| Lil' homie took 60 and he grinned at the judge
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| The streets came and turned father
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| Young black targets
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| Kingpin conspiracy charges
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| Card swippers and con artists
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| Feds got the block looking like a scene from Law & Order
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| Just got some news I was dreading
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| My man got snatched he a felon
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| Nothing to do with it wait, somebody’s telling
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| Bitch you guessed it no blindfold
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| I’ve seen this play before with my eyes closed
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| Either he buried in the system or he crept through a pothole
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| Cause in the streets for shawty its too much churassaco
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| Another Harry from Goodfellas
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| He put his man down too he was real jealous
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| It all started one jittery night
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| He sold dimes, son sold weed and fucked bitches he liked
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| Deal gon' bad you could see it was tight
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| Now he 'bout to jam something got the scenery right
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| Son had no clue oblivious to it, staying local
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| Now its domino effect, daughter that son never met
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| Baby talking reckless on the internet
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| The only he benefit is son salty like vinaigrette
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| That’s a well known fact, dead on trap
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| Got son stuck like nail on wax
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| Fell on back, took a L on that
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| Master Splinter he a well known rat
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| Words spread ain’t nothing to say to him
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| Sent a kite got him left in the day room |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Plot , by - Smoke DZA. Song from the album He Has Risen, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп