| Hook
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| On the streets on the mic, I keep it real
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| Verse 1: Skyzoo
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| Uh, nothin left to say that I ain’t already speak for
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| Lookin at a pedestal is somethin to leap for
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| Underratin gratitude, dusting your knees off
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| Shoot em out the way, but chalk it up to a detour
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| We want now, testament to missin it then
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| And thou before whoever not to miss it again
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| Takin head to the lead instead of listenin to them
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| Word to all of the carrots that resemble the win
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| How many is it, 20 for 20 we thrown vision
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| A room four five or few eyes to show the difference
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| Steps ain’t safe no more they stole the pivots
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| Call it beautiful nightmares like hold your wishes
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| Heh, let it be what they predicted it would
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| Whatever the specs they say your living is good
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| I’m tryna park $ 80,000 to shit on the hood
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| But nah I ain’t mispronounce you just misunderstood
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| It’s all real though
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| Hook
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| On the streets on the mic, I keep it real
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| Verse 2: Skyzoo
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| I keep it realer than most, for the return of it
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| Or realer than all if we bein honest in public
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| A bare minimum, neck to neck with the realest from it
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| 95 fabric, word to who did the cutting
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| Know that in my discussion, my diction is from it
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| Type for my beloveds, write like easy does it
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| Not easy to come by you ain’t easy to run to
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| But can’t ain’t a soul alive, teach you how to run through
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| Shit ain’t happenin yet, and shit it won’t ever
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| Word to the right hand bein my coreder
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| A lot of word too, cuz if I put my word too
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| Know that it’s bomb, like the year that I word through
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| The one I alluded to, earlier in the scribe
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| No multiverse, it was just realer in them times
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| No stuck in the past to fight what the present to bury tomorrow
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| I just stash what to left here tomorrow
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| It’s all real though
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| Hook
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| On the streets on the mic, I keep it real
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| Outro: Skyzoo
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| Realer than most, realer than most, realer than all if we bein honest in public,
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| yeah, The Other Guys, call me S-K-Y-Z-O-O, one time
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| Hook
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| On the streets on the mic, I keep it real |