| I used to pump dimes, now I spit punchlines
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| I’m tired of cats tryin’to rap cus they want shine
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| I be writing to enlighten those that was once blind
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| this political warfare, and I’m on the front line
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| I’m a soldier who grew to be a general, but generals is soldiers too (true)
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| And I’m willing to do what soldiers do, but you know an animal
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| can’t control a zoo (uh uh)
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| And I always been a leader, I control my crew. |
| You gotta school
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| other dudes tryin’to roll with you.
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| And I’m getting more mature, I’m gettin’older too, but I’mma
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| rock till it’s over like Hova do.
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| And I don’t tell lies like most of you, I really did sell piles,
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| held toasters too.
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| I might exaggerate a little but it’s mostly true, and the truth
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| come to the light like its supposed to do.
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| Get the obituary ready, get the Reverend, my old style died,
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| and went to punchline heaven.
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| You cats know that thats my flow, I’m a legend, big up John
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| Legend for doing the song.
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| Ay, wanwan Kayne, I ain’t a Juvenile, but I been on the grind-yee,
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| I had a murder case,
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| I was facin some time-yee, but thats somethin’small to a giant like Andre,
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| and they was talkin''bout givin’me life, ya’ll but I knew I was leavin'
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| for belivin’in Christ,
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| ya’ll, you could live it up, but don’t give up the fight, ya’ll,
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| we elevatin, so we celebratin the night, ya’ll.
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| Hang on lil’girl, soon all your troubles will be gone lil’girl,
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| sometimes you probably wish you wasn’t born lil’girl,
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| but God know what he doin', lil’girl (uh huh), so keep fightin.
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| And hang on lil’man, you can’t quit now, keep goin’lil’man,
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| sometimes you probably wish you wasn’t born lil’man,
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| but God know what he doin’lil’man (uh huh), so keep fightin. |