| Sittin on the balcony
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| It’s hella late at night
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| Breeze feels so good
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| But damn these mosquito bites
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| Listen to the crickets chirp. |
| This is what the life is like
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| Can I just get away some body pass me a light
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| And imma spark me up a jet and Imma jet
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| Congested cranium I got a lot on my mind
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| Struggling with demons like a heathen that’s beaten on my deep ends but on the
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| outside I be seemin' just fine
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| Don’t see the reason to whine although I’m tryna get cheese
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| Just continue to grind, or live ya life down on your knees
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| Negus please
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| Royalty runs in my veins so in life I expect the same
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| Hustle is the name of the game That’s why I’m playin'
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| Cuz too many other people made it tell me what’s another one?
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| Boy I’m grand like ya own momma’s momma’s momma’s son
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| Said I’m grand like reverse triple zero comma one
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| It’s a party on my trail like the Donners cuz
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| Blazin' a way to better days with more sun and some shade
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| Cold world, I’m stuck on changing its ways
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| Silver haze got me optimistic my dreams we could live it |
| But The come down comes now I see the dream finished
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| Feeling pitted
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| See grapes of wrath so I take dab
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| Why do I long so for something that we could never have?
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| But to spark a revolution is the resolution
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| Gassed up politicians fill the world up with pollution
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| Cops kill another kid, the protests turn to lootin'
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| Maybe when the hands are up we should stop the shootin'
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| See the institution is there just to hold the youth in
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| Set you up to fail seems like magic when you do win
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| Chuck D had solution gotta fight the power
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| Gotta light the tower
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| Alert the world gotta right the sour
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| In this hour
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| Can’t devour any more of the shit they try to pass off as substance
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| Gauging out my eyes when I’m listening to the pundits
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| Talking heads more like talking dead points redundant
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| Understand that all we want now is some abundance
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| So when I’m crusin' bumpin' tunes and coolin' don’t gotta worry
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| About the blue reds hatin' that I’m ballin' like a jersey
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| Pull me to the side hoping I just stay alive
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| Funny how protection got you prayin' you survive |
| Pull my out the whip and they tell me spread em wide
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| Askin if I got any drugs, guns or knives?
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| Say nothing wise to these guys that I despise
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| Thinkin' bout the charts like pieI wanna rise
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| Realize it’s suicide for me to say what’s on my mind
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| So I take a deep breath and close my eyes and remember when I.
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| Sittin on the balcony
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| It’s hella late at night
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| Breeze feels so good
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| But damn these mosquito bites
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| Listen to the crickets chirp. |
| This is what the life is like
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| Fuck that I gotta pound in the back nah my nigga I’m
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| (Runnin, runnin, runnin)
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| I ain’t never lookin back, that’s a fact I’m
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| (Runnin, runnin, runnin)
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| Said I’m on my j gatlin, when its comes to my passion I’m
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| (Runnin, runnin, runnin)
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| Cuz ain’t a damn thing change, hope the race rearrange I’m
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| (Runnin, runnin, runnin)
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| And Imma get it regardless
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| Cuz that’s the power I harness
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| I’m the good doc in the tardis
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| Assist the cause like I’m Jarvis
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| That’s why I’m goin' my hardest
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| I’m just trying to arrive before I’m dearly departed
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| Cuz you can pass in July and they’ll forget you by August |
| That’s why I gotta get started
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| Makin' moves to spread the truth
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| No accolades that I garnish
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| Will make this dude end pursuit
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| Cuz the only lasting impression are ones that cause obsession
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| Cuz the lessons that you reppin' hit like tekken
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| Beacon for a world of open eyes and a world of open minds
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| Lookin' for the fix well I’m serivin' coke n dimes
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| Pipin' through the underground may start to choke in mines
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| What I wrote this time are spoken rhymes of broken times
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| The only bind would be woken lines screaming «we not gonna take it»
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| like twisted sister
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| Mister Don’t miss the mister
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| My hits are grippers
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| Pulling at you innerds to get workin' like pistons
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| Cuz every time you listen, you wanna fight like Mr. Liston
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| Life ain’t always sunny but if the good outweighs then I won’t complain
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| But when injustice occur silent I cannot remain
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| Don’t give a damn bout losin' fans, just wanna share some common sense
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| Give it to you I’m on my Robin Thicke
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| No commas prick
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| Cuz I’m tryna get my run on
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| Understand that I can’t go and change the world with only one song |
| But Imma still go and write a Imma get it done song
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| I better get a stretch cuz the runs long homie I’m
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| (Runnin, Runnin, Runnin)
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| (Repeat till end) |