| Hey, hey, hey
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| Yeah we crawl up to the top in this savage world
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| Probably… probably headed,
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| That’s mine to talk!
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| So don’t get too comfortable,
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| Cause it’s a long way down!
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| A rebel with a cause, here to take it off
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| See that crown that you wear?
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| It’s time to take it off!
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| Red cross in the mighty grip
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| We bare arms, talking' never bite the lip
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| This is true warrior music, we’re central list
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| Black listed from these black Instagram lists
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| Even though we’re struggling black kids
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| The fact is we’re just hustling so the dirt lift'
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| A savage raised in the jungle
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| Among and daemons in these jungle
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| We do anything just to live up in this jungle
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| No trees, just concrete, it’s hard to breathe up in this jungle
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| But we rumble in this jungle, six degrees up in this jungle
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| No separation, always hard to leave up this jungle.
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| And we wonder why we turn bad when we come past this jungle
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| Cause we done see and had enough bad
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| While living through this struggle!
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| Yeah we crawl up to the top in this savage world
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| Probably… probably headed, that’s mine to take
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| So don’t get too comfortable, no, no!
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| Sit still on the top of the world now
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| Nothing’s can’t leave the place
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| So don’t get too comfortable,
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| Cause it’s a long way down!
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| Black mens, black love, the hood terrorist
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| Intelligent, psychopaths, the world scared of us!
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| The skin of a million slaves, they don’t tearing us
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| Show up at your master’s door, ain’t no fearing us.
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| We berry love, seen slug with this rapping message
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| We’ve been in the trap too long, we just want our leverage
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| Gave in time, set to hell, now we want our heavens
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| Kings and Alexander McQueen and some Jordan sevens
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| rebellious scary can’t suck their tails in
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| Before we’re marching' to tell in
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| And tell salvation or they take my hands and jammed'
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| Crucified by Lucifer, only sick of being poor
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| Guess we got the show in, no choice to do it right or bad
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| We were forced in,
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| Poor souls with poor pockets searching for a fortune
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| Crawling out this hole, we was tossed in
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| Coming from that crown that you floss in!
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| Yeah we crawl up to the top in this savage world
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| Probably… probably headed, that’s mine to take
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| So don’t get too comfortable, no, no!
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| Sit still on the top of the world now
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| Nothing’s can’t leave the place
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| So don’t get too comfortable,
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| Cause it’s a long way down! |