| Yeah
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| My momma said be ready when your numbers called
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| And ball out until you’re ready to take that number off
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| Watch what them haters say
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| Watch what them leeches pray
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| Peel your ears back (?) is what them haters say
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| Cause when you start worrying about them that’s when you lose focus
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| Don’t worry (?) already know why your boy wrote this
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| A bunch of tagalongs pulling on my coattail
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| Them same lames now trying to wish a nigga well
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| And for them bopping girls who now wanna kiss and tell
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| You can kiss my ass and go to H-E-Double L
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| This the get back baby don’t look at me funny
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| Its been that crazy
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| Small hiatus, I been a little lazy
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| Until I went home and seen the starving faces of the people that done raised me
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| In the regal at the light in the still of the night
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| It dawned on me how I gotta make this wrong ish right
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| Whether we ball or poker we all know jokers
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| We go all in
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| Jersey under the street codes, hold up
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| I can hear my city calling
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| O-H-I-O that’s the city where I’m from that’s the state
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| I said O-H-I-O, you ain’t really ready fuck the hate
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| Everybody coming and I’m gonna tell them one thing
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| Stalley got to elevate the music one thing
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| Ey oh
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| O-H-I-O elevate the game, elevate the game |