| I am battle tested twice, arrested
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| Think I’d never wanna come down, you guessed it
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| Well, rested, God blessed
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| And they keep to bein' too fuckin' dope, I confessed it
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| 'Cause there ain’t no rest for the wicked when I kick it
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| Burn the evidence like a tricky (Tricky)
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| 'Cause there ain’t no rest for the wicked when I stick it
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| Danger imminent, this is it, kid
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| We ain’t got no place to go
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| We ain’t got nothin' to show
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| But if you don’t gather, we don’t get
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| Watch it all go up in smoke (All go up in smoke)
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| Yeah, we got no place to go
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| We ain’t got nothin' to show
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| But if you don’t gather, we don’t get
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| Watch it all go up in smoke (All go up in smoke)
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| Elevated too 'cause I’m faded
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| Comin' off smooth 'cause my rhymes are lubricated
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| X-rated, sophisticated
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| Chrome to the dome and the shit is gold-plated
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| 'Cause there ain’t no rest for the wicked when I kick it
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| Burn the evidence like a tricky (Tricky)
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| 'Cause there ain’t no rest for the wicked when I stick it
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| Danger imminent, this is it, kid
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| We ain’t got no place to go
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| We ain’t got nothin' to show
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| But if you don’t gather, we don’t get
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| Watch it all go up in smoke (All go up in smoke)
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| Yeah, we got no place to go
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| We ain’t got nothin' to show
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| But if you don’t gather, we don’t get
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| Watch it all go up in smoke (All go up in smoke)
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| Click, clack, I say fuck that
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| Coppers on the line shout, hootie-hoo, then I hook back
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| And grab my backpack and feel my back crack
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| All the pressures of the world makin' contact
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| We all low ride, we carry no knives
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| I got a bike and it glow so I go ride
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| Ride around as the wheels so round
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| We go, ride around, check my bicycle glow
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| We ain’t got no place to go
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| We ain’t got nothin' to show
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| But if you don’t gather, we don’t get
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| Watch it all go up in smoke
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| Yeah, we got no place to go
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| We ain’t got nothin' to show
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| But if you don’t gather, we don’t get
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| Watch it all go up in smoke
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| Yeah, we got no place to go
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| We ain’t got nothin' to show
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| But if you don’t gather, we don’t get
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| Watch it all go up in smoke |