| Verse 1: Skyzoo
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| Yo, still posted by the window like nothin ain’t changed
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| When everything has, but I’m still one in the same
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| Just like I’ve been at, same kid who like where my pen at?
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| Saw it all but never had to find out where the pen at
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| But all along I wanted more, saw it in front of the store
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| Went to the store to get it and saw it was running off
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| OG told me that everything we was told was all lies
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| And you can choose what you standing up for when you court-side
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| Even the time on the lock or your time in the box
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| And in between don’t exist whether you talented or not
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| Spent the same time in the jungle as my time in the drop
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| So remember the 24 before your time gets to stop
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| Word to the Mamba, pinning out all the words that you honor
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| Written on the bench and p’s, word to my mama
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| Word to my father, picking me up there every weekend
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| I guess that all kept me off the deep end
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| Still I’ll be by the window
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| Verse 2: Von Pea
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| Uh, it’s a shame we gotta do this again, but it is what it is, uh
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| To the brother Pop Smoke, God bless your life
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| My people in Bed-Stuy, God bless your life
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| Teach a man how to fish, and he eats for life
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| Catch a fish bigger than his, he takes your life
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| My deep tribe keeps telling us shit was trife
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| They disrespect peace Mero, everytime it dries
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| I’m convinced Pops killer has kids playing Brenda, none the wiser
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| Pops free as fuck said «turn that shit up»
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| What’s good king, yeah I see you shining (peace, peace)
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| My nigga I’m just tryna get like you (my nigga)
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| The Benz got us killin over diamonds (peace, peace)
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| The kid mining look just like you (my nigga)
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| Minding my biz, tending my whiz, dumbin out over flips
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| Still though would never pay the rent
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| One of the most gifted and I’ve never been evicted
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| Credit score and a metacritic, fuck wit it |