| Y’all niggas not low
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| Tryna bang with the Gods, guaranteed y’all niggas gon' fold
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| I ain’t tryna blow
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| Nigga, fuck goin' Gold, said, I’d make more money off these shows
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| Everyday, I smoke
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| With the woes of the world, only way a young nigga gon' coast
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| Spreadin' love 'round the globe
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| When I come through, they know, young nigga ain’t even gotta boast
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| This straight slap
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| Flatbush, where the hoes and the fiends at?
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| Nigga flipped green packs 'til the heel cracked
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| Street kid, but you know I bring peace back
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| Two blunts to the dome, nigga relax
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| Supposed to quit, but you know a nigga relapse
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| Fuck Patrón, smokin' strong, where the lean at?
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| Got my love for the game, I don’t need rap
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| But it’s good when you know a nigga spit facts
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| Gonna expand in my rank, ho
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| Double up, I count pesos
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| Building up, I’m like Legos
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| Back to basics I can’t go
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| Spit rock, how we gon' flop?
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| Young nigga like 2Pac, let off two shots
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| All my niggas gonna hook, block, fuck your hood cop, hittin' niggas 'fore they
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| move
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| Cops laugh as you drop, man, fuck that
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| Been places they can’t go
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| Seen things they can’t know
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| Chilling blowing that dank dro
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| Reminiscent on my past fore'
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| Move you, study the truth in the booth
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| Make a new tune, me and my crew
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| Nigga 'stead we got loose too
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| Lookin' like fools
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| We some leaders of the new school
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| Tell me, who you?
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| I’m a game changer, switching lanes
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| Made it through the pain
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| What you bang?
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| All my niggas king, this the hit off the brain
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| What you thought?
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| Soon as you’d get through war, you can forget to reign
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| Ain’t no limits in my way
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| All my niggas here to stay
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| Hol' up, hol' up
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| Ain’t work that hard to stay the same
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| Hol' up, hol' up
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| Ain’t work that hard to stay the same
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| Now hol' up, h-hol' up
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| Ain’t work that hard to stay the same
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| Hol' up, hol' up
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| Ain’t work that hard to stay the same
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| Never had shit
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| Just a half of the piff
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| Strong will power and a passion to give
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| World on my hands, I ain’t passing a kid
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| Gotta make sure your plans on a rational tip
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| Way back then when my tracks ain’t spin
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| Ain’t have no support, now it’s no new friends
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| I ignited the torch, I desire to win
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| Now I’m high with the voice that’s inspiring men
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| Rise and you fall, but the prides held within
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| Spreading food for your thoughts, 'how my timing is spent
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| I’ve been convinced if my rhyming get stripped, Top 5 of your best,
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| and I’ve died for the bet
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| Alive on the first, in the sky on the sec'
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| Got positive Earth each month on the West
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| Set fire to the Church, speaking God for the check
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| 'Cause they tried to define since birth what our flesh
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| Big’s to the best
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| Relax and take notes
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| Disaster only happens when rats do break lows
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| In trap door, we been living backwards
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| I know, look after one another, think past The Bible
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| Pass some time, though, just for survival
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| Seeing both sides
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| Help redefine soul
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| Eyes turn red wine from weed that I smoke
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| But always got time for leading my coast
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| I’m a game changer, switching lanes
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| Made it through the pain
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| What you bang?
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| All my niggas king, this the hit off the brain
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| What you thought?
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| Soon as you’d get through war, you can forget to reign
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| Ain’t no limits in my way
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| All my niggas here to stay
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| Hol' up, hol' up
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| Ain’t work that hard to stay the same
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| Hol' up, hol' up
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| Ain’t work that hard to stay the same
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| Now hol' up, h-hol' up
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| Ain’t work that hard to stay the same
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| Hol' up, hol' up
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| Ain’t work that hard to stay the same |