| Beautiful, ain’t it?
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| But, don’t come where I live, you won’t like it here
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| Unless you come ready to give
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| Unless you come ready, don’t move where I live
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| I been here for ages, it’s not for the taking
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| I like it, I can’t find another just like it
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| The blink of an eye
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| Another that’s nothing like I
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| Came eyeballin', bet they’ll be raising the price
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| The city on my back like Passion of Christ
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| I stumble to carry it against th eyes
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| I know you think you fittin' to pull a real slick job
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| But nah, niggas rally real aware round hurr
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| And out there, little league right across the street
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| They tryna take it to the Nth degree
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| Like Lil Bo Peep when she lost her sheep
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| Third Ward is a place that I plan to keep
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| It’s me, it bleeds
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| Beautiful, ain’t it?
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| But, don’t come where I live, you won’t like it here
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| Unless you come ready to give
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| Unless you come ready, don’t move where I live
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| I been here for ages, it’s not for the taking
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| I like it, I can’t find another just like it
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| The rent is too cheap, can actually afford to eat
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| I know you ain’t from here but sheesh, shit
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| Honestly, I’m tryna live
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| You move to the city, you new to the city
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| Your new neighbors don’t look like none of your friends
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| Already moved once and movin' again
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| Yeah, I like it here
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| You can come too, but you should be aware
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| That yeah, it could use a little repair
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| But that for me to move in
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| None of us, not even one of us
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| Beautiful, ain’t it?
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| But, don’t come where I live, you won’t like it here
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| Unless you come ready to give
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| Unless you come ready, don’t move where I live
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| All of my sins
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| It’s got to give
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| I’m tryna live, they tryna get
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| Me out the crib, own a new place
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| Mama a place, Papa, he chillin', my nigga is straight
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| I need to pay him, he still in the street
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| You know the way
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| All I know niggas gotta find a way
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| , proud of somethin'
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| They all gon', but they ain’t gon' say shit
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| Just to let in some faces, faded
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| Quicker they take it, face it
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| Liquor store, liquor store, prayin'
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| Tryna make ways in, need some dollars for my safeties
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| I’ma go get it and save it
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| Pay out your favors,
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| Tell me what’s mine, Allah no take it
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| These must be the reparations
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| Cheesin' all these dead faces
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| We been in cages, still in the coop
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| But at the table I’m able to scoop
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| Heavy we halo, but
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| Thinking is only gon' make it that harder for you
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| That’s on, that speaker, one, two
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| Beautiful, ain’t it?
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| But, don’t come where I live, you won’t like it here
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| Unless you come ready to give
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| Unless you come ready, don’t move where I live
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| I been here for ages, it’s not for the taking
|
| I like it, I can’t find another just like it
|
| The blink of an eye
|
| Another that’s nothing like I
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| Came eyeballin', bet they’ll be raising the price
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| The city on my back like Passion of Christ |