| This ain’t no bullshit
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| This ain’t no J. Cole, Rock And Roll
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| It’s that raider shit
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| Coming from Downtown
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| Stacking my money down
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| You mix-tape rappers won’t survive in the underground
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| Cause Space nigga is the Ghost
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| Fucking from coast to coast
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| Nigga don’t learn
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| He’ll get burn, like some french toast
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| Don’t even get close
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| To me with that bullshit
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| Live your life slow
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| Or die fast from the bullet, bitch
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| Niggas they full of it
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| Acting like goons shit
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| How you a thug and its 2011, bitch?
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| Niggas can’t get a job
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| Because of my President
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| Won’t hire me cuz I’m black
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| And they prejudice
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| That’s just irrelevant
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| That’s why I wear all black
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| If I ain’t a raider, bitch?
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| Then what do you call that?
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| They say that I’m underrated
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| They gettin' hot to the sound
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| Fuck all you wack rappers!
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| Who won’t survive in the motherfucking underground
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| Ground, ground (hide down)
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| Ground, ground (hide down)
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| Ground, ground (hide down)
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| Who won’t survive to the underground
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| Ground, ground (hide down)
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| Ground, ground (hide down)
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| Ground, ground (hide down)
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| Who won’t survive in the underground
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| Ground, ground (hide down)
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| Ground, ground (hide down)
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| Ground, ground (hide down)
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| Who won’t survive in the underground
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| Ground, ground (hide down)
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| Ground, ground (hide down)
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| Ground, ground (hide down)
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| Trill, i got you
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| Jane, i got you
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| Mick, i got you
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| Lou, i got you too
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| And bitch, I’m from Miami
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| Where niggas stay dolo-olo, and never (?)
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| Cause niggas cut throat
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| Rest in piece, my nigga Jitt from 18th Block
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| Why he had to go?
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| And never wife a ho, If you like her
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| Cause If you ever skeet in that bitch
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| Then that’s your life, bruh
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| You only got one life, bruh
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| Keep your head to the sky
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| With the joint and the lighter
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| So pull-up smokin harder
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| And cut this volume up
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| So yo ass could get higher (TOASTY!)
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| And I will not retire
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| Til the rap game, go back straight like a wire
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| So get high to my sounds
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| And tell these rappers
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| They won’t survive in the motherfucking underground
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| Ay my nigga
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| I wanna give a motherfucking shoutout
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| To my motherfuckin little brother
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| Ladarius Frazer
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| Today is March 1st 2011
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| And my homie is in Heaven
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| Smilin' down, right now
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| Lookin at me right now
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| You proud of this shit right now?
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| Cause if you was here right now, we would be doing this shit right now
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| Wavvy Muney Jitt, YML Jitt, Ladarius nigga I love you bruh
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| Imma do this shit for you nigga, for real
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| You were at 18th block, he died on 18th, he be on that 7th street for life nigga
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| Cause he got the cops, he didn’t knew that shit
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| What’up Markese man? |
| Man what up kese bruh?
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| What’s good bruh? |
| Hold your keys nigga
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| You feel me
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| Junko, what’s happenning cuzo?
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| OG for life, baby
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| I ain’t gonna never forget where I grw up at, you feel me?
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| OG style baby
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| Rest in Piece love, the love of grandmother
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| Put your family first, you feel me?
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| Cuz if it ain’t family, it ain’t shit, for real
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| Know what I’m saying
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| And don’t trust nobody
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| My nigga died March on 13th 2010
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| I wanna dedicate this song to Jitt baby, I love you bruh
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| Watch over me
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| I love you, did I told you that? |
| Boy
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| (Sound Effects and Instrumental) |