| Hey, I’m just a nigga until I fill my pockets
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| And then I’m Mr. Nigga, they follow me while shoppin'
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| I feel like Mickey Richards, they feel like Muddy Waters
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| So tell me what’s the difference, so tell me what’s the difference?
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| My momma was a Christian, Crip walkin' on blue-waters
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| Was fadin' up in Davis, then walkin' back to Palmer
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| A fro like Huey partner, Auntie Angie had them choppers
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| So tell me what’s the difference, so tell me what’s the difference?
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| I feel like «Fuck Versace», they rapin' nigga’s pockets
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| And we don’t get acknowledged, just thank me for the profit
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| A prophet just like Moses, if Moses look like Shaka
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| Zulu, my .44 loaded, I’m aimin' at Nirvana
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| My bitch look like Madonna, they starin' at katana
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| Waiter still ain’t brought the chopsticks, should have brought the chopper
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| Uber driver in the cockpit look like Jeffrey Dahmer
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| But he lookin' at me crazy when we pull up to the projects
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| See, this weight is on my shoulders, pray Jehovah lift me up
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| And my pain is never over, pills and potions fix me up
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| I just want to live it up, can a motherfucker breathe?
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| Life ain’t always what it seems, so please just lift me up
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| Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
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| Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
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| Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
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| We love our neighborhood, so all my brothers bang the hood
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| I never vote for presidents, the presidents that changed the hood
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| Is dead and green, was standin' on this mezzanine in Paris, France
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| Feel despairs cause most my homies never finna get this chance
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| All these white folks chanting when I asked 'em where my niggas at?
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| Goin' crazy, got me goin' crazy, I can’t get wit' that
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| Wonder if they know, I know they won’t go where we kick it at
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| Ho, this shit ain’t Gryffindor, we really killin', kickin' doors
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| Fight between my conscious, and the skin that’s on my body
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| Man, I need to fight the power, but I need that new Ferrari
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| Man, I breathe in, bleed this, Poppy Street
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| I shot them guns cause talk is cheap
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| Bow your head and pray, okay, now walk wit' me
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| See, this weight is on my shoulders, pray Jehovah lift me up
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| And my pain is never over, pills and potions fix me up
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| I just want to live it up, can a motherfucker breathe?
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| Life ain’t always what it seems, so please just lift me up
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| Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
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| Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
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| Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ramona Park Legend Pt. 1, artist - Vince Staples. Album song Summertime '06, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп