| I put my rims on the corner, I bend the streets of Atlanta
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| My 20's riding on skinnys' playing the cards I been handed
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| I live my life I admit it it never goes as I planned it
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| So if it happens, it happens but hell at least though I managed to be
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| Here tonight, here tonight here tonight here tonight
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| Here tonight here tonight here tonight
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| As the rims swerve, this 'N' word is where Geto Boys meets Ginsburg
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| In a box Chevy, down Lindbergh sittin' shotgun as I pen verbs
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| These white lines that I like rhmye
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| When I’m Langston Huges--'ing these lifetimes
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| In the nighttime, when the light shines directly down on these white lines
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| In this counter-culture, round of vultures
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| Build you up to break down the sculpture
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| Like mounds of sulfur
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| Referred to as brimstone
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| Town as gushaw
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| That’s one to live on
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| 'T' he been gone still here getting closer to heaven homes with each year
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| Like a bottle of Eveon we see clear
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| The smoke is gone but the weed is here
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| And I need it here cause I leave this here
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| Don’t believe in us so I lead the cheer
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| We demanded more got the fan support
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| And the city on my back like Jansport
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| Get your hands north I got the south side
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| Case nigga wanna take this shit outside
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| Swallow my blood before I swallow my pride
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| Only roll with the niggas who ride
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| They tell me
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| And we hunt for Nemo
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| Hope my dad pulls past the chemo
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| Life’s a gamble; |
| we play casino
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| Hope things get better with time like Pinot
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| We know he know that we scared
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| Lord may call and we ain’t prepared
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| For you to go home we really want you home
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| You can beat cancer my nigga you strong
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| Kanye voice, and I speak for the fans so I guess I’m they voice
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| And we both smoke and we both know what could happen but we made a choice
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| That’s bad decision; |
| life’s too short
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| Ain’t that a bitch, like Too Short (woo)
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| Used to wanna be you like twoscore
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| Shit years ago but I was too short
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| Pack of Newports, and a cold beer
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| Still the rose in the concrete grows here
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| mother fucking real dad nigga he was not here
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| And I’m not why he never was
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| You kept this young black male out of jail
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| To appear tonight, no fear tonight
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| Damn near feels like you’re hear tonight |