| Yeah, I’m from the city of crown
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| Had to grind out, chill and I shine, but it’s ova
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| I smoke too much, that I should be a weed grower
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| Had the top back then, I though I told ya
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| I’m just a soldier, hustle how I’m 'possed to
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| Pull up n a pedal bike, treat it like a Rover
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| Around my way, everybody know me, young T.
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| That showin' up, guess that shit ain’t what it seems
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| Tayyib Ali and rumble on the P, you can find me in the streets
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| And on the hill, smoking weed
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| Countin' hunits, stay blunted, niggas can’t tell me nothin'
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| Cause I came from nothin', I was ridin', now I’m stuntin' by myself
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| I don’t need nobody else
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| I’m just goin' to the sixtees game, homie, place yo bet
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| From the city where it’s always sunny where I sit
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| Lookin' back to when I was just that lil' nigga on the step
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| Thinkin' back to when I was just that lil' nigga tryna rap
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| Yeah, I’m doin' it proper, stackin' figures, then count the check
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| Yeah, I’m watchin' the Lakers, at the boxes is where I sit
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| Now yo bitch tryna spot me, she tryna ride wit the prince
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| Yeah, I know that I’m the shit, give a fuck about the prices
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| Young buff, spendin' money round the world, sit with dirty cops
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| Young star, know we got it it, East Coast dominate
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| Respect my conglomerate, I’m outta here
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| (Hook x2)
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| Bet a whole world lovin' my sound
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| We came up, so you know it’s goin' down
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| And a chick said she love my style
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| It’s like a cycle goin' round and round
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| (Verse)
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| Uh, a lil' fame, er’body know that, so
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| Now I gotta watch my back grow
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| Let me breathe, what? |
| This niggas don’t want me to dream?
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| If I make it then we all succeed, at the door of my life
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| Ehe, why the fuck you toss my keys?! |
| They wanna be lyrically Tayyib Ali
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| Breathe it in, but they be jockin' my sti, still
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| They, tell me to chill, you about to make a mill
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| I’m feelin' it, gotta believe smth, like er’thing got yo reality, be smth
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| A yungin, he seen them cops down out the streets commin'
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| No snitchin', I’mma keep frontin'
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| You know that, though, some niggas done turn they back, slow
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| But I’m back in the world, with new capsule,
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| Blowin' up on this assholes, feel this shit when I rap, though
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| It’s all so close, inhale the smoke
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| I’m feelin' it, though, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carmelo, artist - Tayyib Ali. Album song Keystone State of Mind 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп