| The post-rainy day gentleman crook
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| The fast-talking, city-slicking, hit your betty with looks
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| I’m better with books and steady rocking elephant hoofs
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| Rolling uptown the sound, kid, irrelevant hooks
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| So, when you peep the flow, son
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| Better watch where you stand
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| The first five rows is cosmos alive in the jam
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| Man, I’m sitting on a chrome horse developing plans
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| To keep sands in time, still impressing the fans
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| Blessing the lands, of milk and honey, dap for my fam
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| I want the cityscape, a pretty face, on top of a grand
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| She’s a sewer rat
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| Dreams of sunlight that blew her back
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| Fewer cats that I know in the game be doing that
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| Maybe I’ll see a Phantom Tollbooth or never be back
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| Maybe I’ll buy a golden goose, son, I’m praying for that
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| Paying for that, so much I can’t say it in raps
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| But I’mma keep on blazing hits ‘til the sheep will come back
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| And people come back to see me when I’m faded away
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| Fuck that, I hope I’m still here later today
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| We ought to be together
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| We ought to be together
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| We ought to be together
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| We ought to be together
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| Hey, must I remind niggas all on they grind
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| That one time they trying to hit you with some serious time
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| And they ain’t even gotta show you with a nickel or dime
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| When some nigga you been knowing
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| Went and dropped the whole dime
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| Just to lessen his time
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| Man, how could you trust a nigga, call his homeboys lying
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| And I’m the opposite off that bullshit, pull quick
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| Back on that Adamsville Killer bullshit
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| Fucking right I get hostile
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| I’m trying to get it like a Rothschild and live ‘Pac wild
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| Fuck a bloodsucker, house nigga, nutsucker
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| I never loved ‘em and I fucked that nigga baby mother
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| Motherfucker, you ain’t never shit, and never was a
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| Probably kinda nigga that’d snitch on Harriet Tubman
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| So keep your business to yourself, and keep it undercover
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| One time, I’ll holler brothers
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| We ought to be together
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| We ought to be together
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| We ought to be together
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| We ought to be together |