| Yeah
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| North East North West Connect
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| You’ve been blessed
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| You’ve been blessed
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| Yeah
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| The rule breaker, don’t fuck with me
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| In the HOV lane with no one with me
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| But what you doing asking what I’m doing tonight?
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| Well the last thing I’m doing is using advice
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| On both north sides, yeah you know it’s two of 'em, right?
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| And only you can come between you and the mic
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| And only you can come between you and your vice
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| And if you wasn’t wrong then who wasn’t right?
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| I mean whenever I’m wrong I’m usually right
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| I mean I grew up fightin' my own niggas
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| Few years not likin' my own sister
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| You on the gram just likin' your own pictures
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| You unlike 'em just to like 'em again
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| You can’t out right me when I right what’s within
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| Despite without a pen, despite without friends
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| Despite I do this shit out of spite to get a win
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| If Charlamagne don’t tweet about it, it ain’t a go
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| If Joe Budden don’t say it’s hot, it ain’t dope
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| If Akademiks don’t gossip 'bout it up in his post
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| Niggas can’t get paid for a show, it’s cold and you know it
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| My pops used to have to heat up the vehicle a hour before he drove it
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| Is you focused? |
| yeah I’m focused
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| On not being around niggas that ain’t focused, facts
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| It’s hard to get prepared when mama Dashay going through liver failure
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| And a day one nigga tell you that he livin' in his vehicle
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| With his moms and they both prayin' on a miracle
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| And you love 'em both and his pops just passed, see
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| And if you ask me, even though you helped before
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| You feel if you keep givin' you’ll be livin' in the backseat
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| Just know I love you my nigga, I wish you peace
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| Ain’t gon' say your name, ain’t gon' put your business in the streets
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| My nigga Lou got a seed comin', just hit me up if the lil' one ever need
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| somethin'
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| The feeling when you signed but you still feel independent
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| Label ain’t support my tour, I ain’t trippin'
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| In this game, the crown is earned, it ain’t given
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| I still rather burn incense than burn bridges
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| Y’all don’t get it, yeah
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| Facts
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| North on both sides
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| Q and big Sy
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| Ha, y’all welcome
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| North east north west connect, you’ve been blessed
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| Rack up, stack up, invest, them the steps
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| I used to value the hype 'til I was in it
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| Fuck that, fuck rap, handle ya business
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| E’ything ain’t gold just 'cus it glitters
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| Especially in this industry
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| I wish Heaven on all my enemies
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| I’m tryin' to keep my karma and my image clean
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| Eldest daughter got a year 'fore she hit her teens
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| Gotta show her different things
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| Pressure buildin', I could feel it, it’s like
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| Clock’s tickin' on my fourteenth minute
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| Dirt on my name, how’d I get in this mess?
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| Word travels like too many steps, hol' up
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| Kept my mouth closed for the quote unquote bros
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| Still stuck to the code, might’ve sold game but I never sold soul
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| Finally set goals, SZA with the control
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| Tried to write me off for good, lo and behold
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| I’m on the board like Monopoly dice, slow your roll
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| Hard work, nothin' came quick
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| I was in the trench 'fore I rode the bench
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| Got some playin' time, fought for every inch
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| He been Willie Beamen ever since, what’s up
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| Yeah |