| People think that I’m lazy
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| People think that I’m this fool
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| Because I gives a fuck about the government
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| And didn’t graduate from high school
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| But I learned how it’s done
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| So I’m gonna be number one
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| Thank you Jesus for my mamma
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| Thank you bitches for my money
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| I must be outta my mind
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| Making niggas willing to open up to the light
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| Smoking good dent, yeah, nigga this must be life
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| Oh, we making moves you niggas thought we was fine
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| My nigga going off, my nigga to New York.
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| Pound fitted down like a buck, livers on my niggas' lobes
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| Two blunts, four shreds and a middle dough
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| We get enough from the motherfucker river smoke
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| Born to lead a generation through storm
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| In a time so hard while you niggas go soft
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| Change your dreams ma nigga, puff your weed ma nigga
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| Get high, not low
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| Hustle in the summer till the motherfucker winter
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| And my flow go hard like a motherfucker missile
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| You can catch me in the tribe, with the hustlers and the killers
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| Putting all for my city like we entered the Olympics
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| Repping out for my gang, we bought that love, we don’t bang
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| 'Less a heathen step out his lane, then you know them hammers go wang
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| No, fuck that nigga, get your brain up
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| And if you can’t get rhythm, get your paper
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| And if you can’t get both, nigga, wake up, go change
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| I’m feelin like a lifeguard
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| Jimmy try to get a nigga but they never shape us
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| They see putting our kids so they hate us
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| But we the realest motherfuckers, no makeup
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| Suck a dented life fare and knock our creators
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| Ain’t no debating, who are the greatest
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| It is up in your heart, nigga, go out create it
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| Get out the matrix, why you stuck in the dark, nigga?
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| We can crown kings in Adidas
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| We can crown kings in Adidas
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| Get high bitches, get high niggas
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| We can crown our kings in Adidas
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| This shit is fresh
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| All my life niggas told me that I ain’t shit
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| Funny how things slip, knowledge of the ancient
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| Ain’t shit if you ain’t fit
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| Bought a plane tic to Echelon and my motherfucker brain’s sick
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| Crank it to the government, fuck 'em man
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| Martial law, they don’t care about a brother, man
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| Expended brain, book out the frame
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| Then I became a light bearer nearer to the sun
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| I’m staying, fuck you taking 'bout?
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| I’m a fucking living God, find a truth deep inside
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| My body is so float the most high up
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| I’m ghost, comatose, mary jane we elope
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| In the mists of the smoke, elevate your mind
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| Get awoken, listen this advice, take notes
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| These are more than just coats, this is real life over steel mic
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| Fuck it all nigga, just do it if it feels right
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| Right? |
| Can’t justify this life of mine, I’m so divine
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| Bitch, I’m smoking chronic, stoned like onyx, never dirt Alice
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| Ancient ways, young ass niggas got knowledge for days
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| Extraterrestrial, no, not great, but we do come in peace
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| What we got to say is that cautious way
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| With a little bit of ignant, word to my pigment
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| Rock jewels like Rocka motherfucker
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| But these words from the pyramids, to fine to hear it
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| Case stones lower level even discipline
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| The schools ain’t teaching shit, son
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| Better elevate out of this system
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| Feeling trapped in the hood, get your stripes, watch your back
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| Get that rack you don’t wanna be the victim, nigga
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| We can crown kings in Adidas
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| We can crown kings in Adidas
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| Get high bitches, get high niggas
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| We can crown our kings in Adidas
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| This shit is fresh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Revelations , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album Indigoism, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп