| This Chicago nigga!
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| DJ Pharris Yo Vic!
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| Take it to 47th Street
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| Just Blaze on the beat
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| SC South side…
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| Hyde Park Mensa Mansa Musa!
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| (Just Blaze)
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| Real as they come
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| Where I’m from, I’m the trillest one
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| Raised by the dealers in the village slum
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| Unemployments high it’s harder to get a gig than to get a gun
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| They ain’t got no wood shop class so the kids drill for fun
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| You hear me? |
| I know the killers well no Free Willy
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| They make a fiasco out of you for some Free Chili
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| I can’t lose, I got Allah with me
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| It’s just me and Ferrari Sheppard up in that 550 God sent me
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| Had situations but it got sitchy
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| Got blickies sent on location when it got iffy
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| They must heard I got my bread up
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| And they know they can’t catch up
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| So now they in a pickle that’s a chi glizzy
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| I’m relishing the moment, shit everything is golden
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| They sleeping on me, man they must be on that melatonin
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| But, my career is rollin I just needed more exposure
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| You get exposed I’m soning niggas no Maury Pauvich
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| Them Savemoney soldiers hocus pocus as dope as blue magic in the nose of a
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| smoker
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| I live the life of mimosas and chauffeurs, I’m overly focused, oh
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| My flow ain’t too fast, y’all too slow
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| Love me or hate me you niggas ain’t make me you could never break me
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| Oh, and this city? |
| That’s mine
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| I’m sticking my flag in this shit
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| Let me talk to 'em niggas looked in my eyes and said I could never come back
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| And then they watched me come back I’m gifted with the Nina
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| A leader for the young blacks
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| A hater tweeted a photo with me, asking where the guns at
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| What you thought was in that Heron Preston shoulder bag dumbass?
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| One strap
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| Cuz I’d rather be caught packing then be caught lackin, shit I can pay bond
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| I can’t buy my way out a casket I snapback when they started cappin'
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| Ask em
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| They put my face on that t-shirt and they saw what happened
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| Bro put em on a RIP shirt and we called it fashion
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| That’s on the 5, word to all the Jackson’s
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| I’m bumping the tribe on a quest
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| In an electric car relaxing I’m on the low end
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| I’m up north on the pole where it’s snowing
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| They tried to murder the whistleblower I’m Joseph Snowden
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| You can go decode it then
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| Let’s see what you come back with
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| My hitters work the Freeway
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| This is deeper than rap shit
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| Nipsey Hussle Flow, this my victory lap bitch |