| Cory Mo
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| Ooh, yeah
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah yeah
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| This song is for the wildlings without a crown
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| 'Cause where we from you cannot come up till you get down
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| You know when we see twelve we gon' get downed, so don’t make a sound (silence)
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| Now bring it back around
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| Look
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| Flow sick hospital every time I bust a riddle
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| You should feel like getting down (get down)
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| Move ya feet just a little, get to acting like a pistol
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| Started busting on the ground (get down)
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| You know I’m straight up out the lief, better watch how you speak
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| Real Gs don’t chatter
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| From Bissonnet to Club Creek, if you loose with ya teeth
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| Glass jaws get shattered, ouch
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| But it don’t matter, every hood the same
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| It’s all a platter of disaster made
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| By hopeless bastards that been trapped in chains
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| Who grew up backwards and attached to pain
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| Ooh, ouch
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| But it’s involuntary
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| The root of evil ain’t necessarily monetary
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| My patnas tell me I’m blessed to carry the commentary
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| Forward to the masses that never walk past the monastery, ooh
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| Holy flow, but you know me though
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| Always weary of the coons and the okie doke
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| Shout out to modern luxury for editorials
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| That show that we smashing the fashion, the bars, and the choreo, ooh
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| This song is for the wildlings without a crown (get down)
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| 'Cause where we from you cannot come up till you get down
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| You know when we see twelve we gon' get downed, so don’t make a sound (silence)
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| Now bring it back around
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| They said they had enough, we doo too much
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| Homie I say bring it back
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| I used to keep the afro puffed but now it’s tucked
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| But really I should bring it back
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| We, we was there black on black, shades and gats
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| And homie I say bring it back
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| 'Cause when the crackers start creeping like a thief or a demon
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| Like it’s really hunting season, you’ll be looking for the strap
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| I brought that back, now I bring it forward
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| I’m young and I’m black and I feel enormous
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| Like a dragon in a cave laying calm and dormant
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| Tobe asked me for the fire, almost burnt the forest
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| And from them ashes I saw greatness forming
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| Like a new black Wall Street, great and gorgeous
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| So keep your eyes open for the twelve informants
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| They gon' try to infiltrate but we gon' get it regardless
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| And if it ain’t big I don’t comprehend
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| Big and bold, baby, I don’t blend
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| Black is God, that ain’t no trend
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| You look for the answer, take a look at my skin
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| On God
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| This song is for the wildlings without a crown (get down)
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| 'Cause where we from you cannot come up till you get down
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| You know when we see twelve we gon' get downed, so don’t make a sound (silence)
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| Now bring it back around
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| Father, can You hear me?
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| Gun shots rang while I’m down on my knees
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| Couple bullets came near me
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| Or did I pick a bad time, maybe I should call back
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| Signal mighty busy
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| Operator operating on caller number nine
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| Can’t stop the bleeding
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| Oh man, what is y’all eating?
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| Baby still teething
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| Check ain’t came in, job ain’t call back
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| So I’m back to thieving
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| Stimulus bounced back, can’t even count that
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| I’ma hit a lick, one thing I achieve in
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| I’ma get the A+, heard about the cash register
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| Down the street, you and I, we can lean in
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| That’s some unity you and I can believe in
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| You can hold the spray if it’s foul get to squeezing
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| Tickle of the trigger, let the thang get to sneezing
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| Moment of silence, I think he stopped breathing
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| It ain’t hard to do dirt
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| When you fresh out the mud
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| You know the devil gon' lurk
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| Better keep a couple slugs
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| It ain’t hard to do dirt
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| When you fresh out the mud
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| You know the devil gon' lurk
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| Better keep a couple slugs
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| Look
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| We got problems, we got pain
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| At the end of the day, it’s all the same
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| They say you go the farthest when you try your hardest
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| Not to refrain (from getting down)
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| This song is for the wildlings without a crown (get down)
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| 'Cause where we from you cannot come up till you get down
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| You know when we see twelve we gon' get downed, so don’t make a sound (silence)
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| Now bring it back around |