| I got that Fugee La lit up that Killa
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| Roll big Ls uptown go figure
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| Fuck with the Zilla none one realer
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| Mention my name better pay my lawyer
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| Gotta bible on my bed stand
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| Condoms in my left hands
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| I just wanna party with my kinfolk
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| And kick it with a nympho
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| I pray the preacher save my soul
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| I hate it when they hate on low
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| But love me when they play my shows, woah
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| They just wanna take my role
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| They wish that they could say they were Sol
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| I don’t give a light-skinned half-Haitian damn
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| If you understand what it mean to be me
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| Momma taught me they won’t see you they just
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| Seeing what they wanna see
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| I’m exactly where they wanna be
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| I pray that they don’t go blind — trying to fuck with my shine
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| Woah, yay!
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| If it’s a sign of the times — Guess my shit bout to blow
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| Woah, yay!
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| And it goes
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| Yay-a-a-a-ay (x8)
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| Hol' up!
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| What a 100,000 follows if you never been a leader
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| You ain’t talking you just tweeting, you just DM hoes
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| I love these rappers like my brothers, and that’s one hundred forever
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| I send em positive vibes, I think they need it most
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| But if you want get the fame, I guess you need to know
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| When you do your thing, people throw em' stones
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| I got nothing but love and ain’t afraid to show it
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| Still doing em' favors and they ain’t even know it
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| I know you just keep saying I won’t
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| I thinking that you praying I don’t, I might
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| Write 100 songs right now
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| I got a lot of thoughts right now
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| I think they just wanna end me
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| But they are not my enemies
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| I got friends that I call family
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| And family that can’t stand me
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| Never pick up the phone
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| Yo Sol, it’s *bleep*
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| Still in New York I’m just calling to let you know
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| I’ll be in the Northwest
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| Give me a link
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| Seattle’s not too far away |