| '88 style great, BKs, Gazelles
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| Le Coq Sportif sweatsuit, Adidas shells
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| Drop top BM-dub while I spark this El
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| Living large since Cool J, he rock the bells
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| I accelerate, mixtapes where blends begin
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| OG Bobby Johnson, chicken, broccoli, Tims
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| Fresh Jays or some Filas, all the shorties wouldn’t greet us
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| With some curl activated trying to look like black Jesus
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| I got a view on a nice hill
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| But them choppers, they still kill
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| And them boppers got ice grills
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| Them boys trill with no frills
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| Still…
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| This year I’m coming dope boy fresh
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| But I am not a dope boy (I am not a dope boy)
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| This year I’m coming dope boy fresh
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| My legacy in quotes boy (my legacy in quotes boy)
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| This year I’m coming dope boy fresh
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| But never been a dope boy (never been a dope boy)
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| This year I’m coming dope boy fresh
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| Devoted to my folks boy (Devoted to my folks boy)
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| Respect, that’s a serious thing
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| When I turned into a man I manifested a king
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| Rebirth in a cycle, a circular ring
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| Off purple, I turf Earth, merciless Ming
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| Mad circle, my thirst birth venomous sting
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| Berzerk when I lurk, Shiva does work
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| And I chant a holy Om 'til my knee bone hurt
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| In the valley of destruction where goes
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| The lost tribe, some call it Shabazz
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| We swing cars fast, brake, mash on the gas
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| Rock a whole lot of gold, talk an ocean of trash
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| And still rep Godbody while you chasing the cash
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| (Ay)
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| What it look like
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| Guns with money, but that ain’t really me
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| Cause too funny
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| Evaporating heat
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| MC Do Dudley
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| Who doesn’t understand that the pond too scummy
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| To go swimming
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| But he don’t really care
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| He just do it for the women
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| Put the weed in the air
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| Half a year then he outta here
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| Yeah I been around the block, the outer sphere
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| But my orbit changing lately
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| My thoughts spray wreck, keep the clip on safety
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| A strong mind got a lock like Gracie
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| Live from Babylon, where the lifestyle crazy |