| Like I’m sitting on the tear with years left ahead
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| Too much pain but I ain’t got a tear left to shed
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| I’m speakin to myself like yea, get the bread
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| The meat and the cheese too, the money will appease you
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| In case the love leaves you, nah
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| It’s only a meth that gets this type evil
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| All I know is takers and givers and fowl niggas
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| Ain’t no love, they just scared to throw paper around wit us
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| And we gotta go to heaven cuz the underground wit us
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| If we all don’t blow then I’d prolly die bitter
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| I figured the equation, everything’s amazing
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| You locked in the cage or stuck in the maze and
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| I burn your rat though, I tip my hat though
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| Cuz now it’s been said that the game is the devil’s last hope
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| I just wanna play God’s house
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| I’m on the streets though, still taking the hard route
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| Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
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| Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
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| In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
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| I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep
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| Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
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| Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
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| In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
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| I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep
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| Kill all racks then hard crack
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| Yeah that D block bullshit, I’m still on that
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| All rappers be aware cuz the villain’s back
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| 50 shots, let me see who tried to dodge that
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| I had a crime scene lookin like we in Iraq
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| Hit the spot, jades closed and I spin right back
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| Hold up, Poovs wait, let me fix my hat
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| Now please raise the volume up so I can spit that crack
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| Smoke loud, pop perks til my lips get chap
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| And niggas I done seen grown men get kidnapped
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| All cuz they said they stash at endless racks
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| Back on my block we used to have endless packs
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| We started with it, pulling both Bentleys back, nigga
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| Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
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| Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
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| In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
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| I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep
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| Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
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| Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
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| In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
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| I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep
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| Insane like jackin the shinin, money rhyme it in Han sight
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| I only look for it when I’m findin
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| But you gotta find more than what you look for
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| Fool, but I know that there’s a book in the jewel store
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| Smoke good, get it high I cook raw
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| Tired of this every day ghetto shit
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| Hoes, strippers that try to get fellons to get your melon split
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| But if you know the game no tellin shit
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| These is the rules, I ain’t make em up
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| Yea they put em to sleep but couldn’t wake em up
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| He was just in the strip club throwin paper up
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| Now the family is throwin Rolls' down
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| And these niggas is yelling they gonna hold it down
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| You know the streets, it’s the same old cycle
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| 9 on my mountain bike, the same old cycle
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| Ghost me in the cut cuz the game so tryful yeah
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| Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
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| Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
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| In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
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| I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep
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| Monopolizing, or how this game is being played
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| Every day I sit back and think if I should quit or stay
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| In many ways, this paper be calling, this is not a dream
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| I write rhymes to keep me from falling, tryin not to sleep |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monopolizing, artist - Styles P. Album song The World's Most Hardest MC Project, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп