| Yeah, ride
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| Roll something to this one right here, man you know what I’m…
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| Nah, man, I can’t roll nothing up to this one right here, we want to keep it
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| all clean you know what I’m saying?
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| Yeah, ride with my, ride, ride
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| Just ride with me, ride with me
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| Yo, and I’ll be here for you when there’s no one else
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| I see things been getting hard, you need somebody’s help
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| I’m really worried about the kid’s of tomorrow’s date
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| That’s why I’m always conscious in everything I say
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| My little brother getting big, yo, he just turned eight
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| Know he be looking up to me, I see it in his face
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| When he listen to my music it takes him away
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| My only wish is that it brings him to a better place
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| You see, the universe is listening every time we speak
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| What you seek, it seek in you, so practice what you preach
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| And if I got some type, a voice should be used to teach
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| My young world, your wildest dreams are within your reach
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| And I’mma tell you, just like I told me
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| Believe in yourself, you can do anything
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| No matter what they say you can’t do or won’t be
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| Don’t ever listen, keep limited homies, plus limits don’t know me
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| See, knowledge your pops and Wisdom’s your OG
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| Experience is born in understanding of thee
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| Of whom you’ve come to be, this child of Destiny
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| Nothing’s coincidental, everything meant to be, now;
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| Now—I'm hopin' that you’re listenin'
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| (Just vibe with the most—most)
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| And you can find my love—love blowin' in the wind
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| (Keep it goin', yo—check)
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| I always knew that one day I would be a star
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| Since a kid I always had this feeling in my heart
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| Sometimes I wonder if I’m really this special or
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| Is there something that you ain’t been telling me Lord
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| You see I learned something vital with my whole career
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| From just watching, observing things over the years
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| A secret that I don’t think that I’m supposed to share
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| But I don’t care cause if they kill me, I was never here
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| You see, the truths been hidden under your nose for a long time
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| The only real power is the one over your mind
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| So once you seek control of every little thing you do
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| Start to unlock the potential that’s inside the youth
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| Don’t you get got or cell blocked
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| Thinking the world’s dark and hell’s hot
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| My only hell is being enslaved 'til I’m in the box
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| And to my brother’s treating life like it’s another bitch
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| I encourage you to find yourself a better chick
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| And treat her with respect, cause the moment you neglect
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| Start to fade and pick away pieces of your flesh
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| So be smart cause it’s never too late for change
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| Never met a man who gained without feeling his pain
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| Now—I'm hopin' that you’re listenin' (Yeah)
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| And you can find my love—love blowin' in the wind (Ya feel me?)
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| Uh
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| A country boy' dream can beat the odds
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| Watching out for laws on the falling stars
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| I pray that you make it out of the booby traps
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| And feeble daps that people give you on the low
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| Let’s face off in the grass, just be careful when it grow
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| It’s more about the messaging, less about the flow
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| The sky ain’t the limit, although that’s what we’re told amongst other things
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| Like you can’t be successful with out a flooded, embezzled, diamond chain
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| Well damn, what about feeding families? |
| Giving your all to manage
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| Don’t sacrifice your canvas to paint a picture of some bullshit
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| Be weary of the path that talk of private jets in the pool pit
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| Got to be real, through your heart, to your core
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| Don’t give up on God, when there’s so much more in store
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| Now I don’t mean to be preaching, some might say I’m reaching
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| But Lord knows, somebody gotta teach it
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| I’m hopin' that you listen
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| I’m hopin' that you’re listenin' (Yeah)
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| And you can find my love—love blowin' in the wind (Ya feel me?)
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| Uh
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| Yo, a cappella—'cause Statik won’t give me no beats
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| But I spit bars no matter what, in the heat
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| It’s eighty degrees out in the street
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| We in Greenpoint or Bushwick, I push shit—that's it
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| I ain’t even got the headphones on—no headphones
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| Hold the headphones in my hand to make 'em handphones
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| I’m the man, H. B |