| This is for the true*
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| People that I met in this game, thank you
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| I never will forget
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| And this is for my crew
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| To everything we been through
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| The blood and the sweat
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| And to those who aren’t knowin’yet
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| Fuck you
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| To those who aren’t showin’it them we been in this shit to the end
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| It’s rather amazing
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| Us fazing this planet with the elements
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| For, we adore
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| Open for, we are tellin’it
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| Sellin’it and buyin’it
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| Lovin’it, tryin’it
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| New ways, always, we all play a role in it
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| All day I’m holdin’it down
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| Crown myself the king of the sound
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| I bring it around
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| Where I roam
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| Any zone, come alone
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| Leave with friends, come with friends
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| Leave with many more
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| I’m a penny more
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| Continue to make dollars
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| They hear the hollers
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| Soon fathers teach sons till it comes
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| Natural
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| This is for the batch who’ll
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| Bring it to the next level then repeat that
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| Hold the weak back till they can freak that
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| Which they can
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| And it expands to ever nook
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| So every hook I’m inkin’out
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| Got you thinkin''bout
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| Somethin'
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| Jumped into the game
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| To make change, a name, use my brain
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| Aim has been met
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| I’m further in debt, yep
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| Kept pushin'
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| Even when they wouldn’t listen, radio diss 'em
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| Failin’at they mission and not knowin'
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| I talk slow and
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| Instead of fast
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| Headed past pussy ass position holders
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| Without boulders between they legs
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| They spreadin’plagues
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| I’ve said ways any and all can understand
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| I still wonder
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| Damn
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| I still wonder
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| This is for the true
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| People that I met in this game, thank you
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| I never will forget
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| And this is for my crew
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| To everything we been through
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| The blood and the sweat
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| And to those who aren’t knowin’yet
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| Fuck you
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| To those who aren’t showin’it them we been in this shit to the end
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| From the second we press record
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| A reason to kick it was made
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| He get’s paid, hey
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| Display talent he gave
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| Trouble, I made double on a tape sale
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| Than my hourly wage
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| And I can’t praise cowardly ways
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| I stay around hustlers and hang out
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| Go to other parts, check your thing out
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| Qualities you bring out
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| Evolve with these traits
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| We keep faith, keep wastin’rules
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| We learn how to earn and still be cool
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| I’m gonna rule the underground first
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| Later fuck the majors over
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| Slower players do your job
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| Hit the gob of green, hit the top queen
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| There’s no stoppin'
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| No matter if you’re talking in another language
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| Strangest thoughts got light in the spotlight
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| Not like they used to get, no I can’t get used it
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| Faith that I paraded through a foreign land
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| Scorin'
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| Damn good points
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| When people threw my joints
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| There’s no equal to this movement
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| I only want improvement
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| Daily
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| Maybe folks can feel me through my baby
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| Hip hop save me
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| Without you I’d be crazy
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| A lazy man with no friends and no ends
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| This is for the true
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| People that I met in this game, thank you
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| I never will forget
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| And this is for my crew
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| To everything we been through
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| The blood and the sweat
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| And to those who aren’t knowin’yet
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| Fuck you
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| To those who aren’t showin’it them we been in this shit to the end |