| So, it is on
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| And I’m back in my chrome
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| So, it is on
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| And I’m back in my chrome
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| I walk around with the chip on my shoulder
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| A lot more mature and a little older
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| I look at the world in a ruthless way
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| A aggravated killer ready to smoke u mane
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| Although an optimist I look at thinks differently
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| Eyes open, watching, for anything
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| Maybe it’s because I’m holdin' myself into this
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| Caught into a black abyss
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| Now I just ride
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| Hopping to blast at the drop of a dime
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| Watching boys ot the corner of my dome…
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| Cause any second it could be on.
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| Cause now shit could turn to a street war
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| Everywhere you go, niggas ready to pour
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| Yo blood in the sewer
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| And leave you leakin' like a lua
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| So, it is on
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| And I’m back in my chrome
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| So, it is on
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| And I’m back in my chrome
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| Everyday, I’m seeing less and less haters
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| I guess the saying true, death it’s greater later
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| And I’m loving that there
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| So I keep rolling through with no fear
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| Stepping around, like a lion in a jungle
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| Waiting on a nigga to prey on and take under
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| I ain’t playing with you, this is life
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| And im quick to take you down and cut you up like a knife
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| Niggas with smiles on they faces not taking shit serious
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| And they get fucked up and left delirious
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| And curious, leave wondering, «why did it go down?»
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| Cause you was fucking around, like a damn clown
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| These busters better wake up and think
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| Before you see a flash blink
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| Right by the corner of your head
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| Then realize your bitch ass dead
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| So, it is on
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| And I’m back in my chrome
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| So, it is on
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| And I’m back in my chrome |