| Let’s talk love, talk money and talk drugs
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| Let’s ah, come clean like hot water and suds
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| This is direct, no sneak shit, no subs
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| I don’t hold nothing against you never, no grudge
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| I’m just out for the cream, heavy on the fudge
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| Niggas trying to line me up on my name put a smudge
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| Down mentally shackled up by the cuffs
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| But ah, nuff of that shit we back on road
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| Straight up nigga you know these backs don’t fold
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| The Mac gone load if anybody Attack my soul
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| Braveheart stay sharp like tacks on board
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| I write like every letter in bold, sport got the drums to control your soul
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| Back in action backpacking thru the glitter and gold
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| The glorious name Stall God praise over fame
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| My story untold but the story still the same A main
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| It’s like a scripture delivered by Devine prophet
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| So over heads it’s like I live in a plane cockpit
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| But in plain sight I’m like brightest object
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| Maybe that’s just the Jewels around the neck
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| Keep it respect when you lounge around set
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| Blue collar the new dollar you can’t spend
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| So strong Rocky’s wife told you that you can’t win
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| Stand ten toes count bill folds
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| That’s the motto silveroado sitting on 24's (Lord Knows)
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| Lord knows
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| I’ve been trending setting
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| Setting precedent
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| For years I’ve been killing rappers leaving evidence
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| Sloppy on purpose but never caught up
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| One of the best in the game but never brought up
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| Nothing was easy was all hard luck
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| Took some hard falls and some hard L’s but got up
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| All praise to the God up, above us
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| The mothers who hugged us
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| All the friends who love us
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| The fake ones that judged us
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| The evils won’t become us
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| Been giving good energy 10 summers
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| A boy wonder turned, intellectual man
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| Every genius I’m a speckle of them
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| To make one complete unique being
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| The brightest light thru the darkness you all |