| Just like wash away, you know?
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| It’s a new day man
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| This the greatest city in the world
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| Ain’t nothing easy, people is greasy as Jerry curls
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| Man your favorite rapper not a leader, got coke but it’s not a litre
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| We eats the scraps like bottom feeders
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| Like crabs in a barrel
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| The road apparel get you into a battle
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| «Pow» then bullet go through your head like the rockstar fame
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| My life is like a rockstar game
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| The block got flames
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| You jump out of the pot into the fire
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| When we speakin' on a higher plane
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| Deeper than leviathan
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| And it’s sweeter than a violin
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| The music sweep you off your feet
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| While the system tries to keep you in the street
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| Even cops walk the beat, crooks face the music
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| Sound like the block is the perfect place to do it
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| Be up all night until the break of dawn
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| It’s like I’m born again when I hear my favorite song
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| So fresh
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| Same I ever been
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| So fresh
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| When I hear my favorite song
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| Some folks give 'em less than good
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| Whole life right there they never left the hood
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| This city got nothin' for 'em
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| Out of sight, out of mind so they just ignore 'em
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| They sit back and they twist it backwards
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| Nothing guaranteed except death and taxes
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| That’s why they get so high
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| Stand in one spot watch life go by
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| The hands on the clock go slower than the van on the block
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| Every plan is a scam or a plot
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| Every man got his hand in the pot but nobody got a pot to piss in
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| The preacher preaching, they don’t stop and listen
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| Hard living, cars driven at a high speed pace in a high speed chase
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| You can read between the lines in my face
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| I was up all night long listenin' to my favorite song |