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OhClapWhoa, oh |
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We keep rising to the top |
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Whoa, ohAnd keep eyes out for the cops |
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Whoa, ohAnd that's what it gon' be |
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Whoa, oh'Cause you ain't gon' stop me |
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They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet |
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You just trying to keep your kids off the street |
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You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream) |
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Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve) |
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Uh, ohThey got you locked in a hole, 19 years old10 years, no chance for parole |
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They better believe it (That's right, tell them again) |
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Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend) |
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Whoa, ohAfter the sunshine come the rain, after the fun time come the pain |
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I often wonder if it's gonna change |
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I caught a bad case of |
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Smacking-Bitch- |
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I-Itits (What happened?) |
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I came home, my wife got my daughter in shitty diapers (Damn) |
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The rice is still raw and the meat is still frozen in the freezer |
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I hate that |
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I'm to close to her to leave her |
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Either I hit the street to do some pitching, knowing these dudes is snitching |
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Or die trying to make it as a musician |
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My living condition is not in the greatest condition (Nope) |
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And nah, I ain't bitching, |
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I just gotta make a decision |
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Should I breeze past, hop out in a ski mask |
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Rob everything moving and cruise in a |
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G-Class (Vroom) |
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But keep writing the heat that the street like it |
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Youngings is reciting my lyrics, so keep biting |
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Y'all niggas is thinking shit is easy, it's hard |
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One thing |
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I know I'm a do is keep believing in |
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GodWhoa, oh |
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We keep rising to the top |
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Whoa, ohAnd keep eyes out for the cops |
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Whoa, ohAnd that's what it gon' be |
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Whoa, oh'Cause you ain't gon' stop me |
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They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet |
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You just trying to keep your kids off the street |
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You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream) |
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Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve) |
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Uh, ohThey got you locked in a hole, 19 years old10 years, no chance for parole |
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You better believe it (That's right, tell them again) |
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Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend) |
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Whoa, ohAfter the fast songs come the slow, after the sad songs come some more (More) |
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This is the life |
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I have come to know |
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Police is in |
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Marquis', |
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Chevy Caprices stroll |
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The young, hood boogers idolize |
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Keyshia Cole |
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The rap figures throwing money in the air like it's pizza dough |
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People in the hood ain't eating though (Though) |
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I tried to help the labels see the vision |
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But they lowered me to a subdivision, you gotta be fucking kidding |
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They'd rather me pretend to be something |
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I'm notI'm the new |
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Public Enemy, |
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I'm different than |
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Yung JocAnd nah, |
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I ain't dissing, this nigga's up in the |
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ForbesShit, |
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I ain't made a dollar trying to rap for the cause |
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But in these next four bars, |
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I'll tell you about |
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Maleverly |
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LawsThey enforcing on |
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North American shores |
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Dog, if they can have rifles on their farms |
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Then I don't see why they knocked |
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T.I. for trying to bear arms |
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Whoa, ohWe keep rising to the top |
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Whoa, ohAnd keep eyes out for the cops |
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Whoa, ohAnd that's what it gon' be |
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Whoa, oh'Cause you ain't gon' stop me |
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They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet |
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You just trying to keep your kids off the street |
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You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream) |
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Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve) |
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Uh, ohThey got you locked in a hole, 19 years old10 years, no chance for parole |
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They better believe it (That's right, tell them again) |
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Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend) |
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Whoa, ohTell them wave at the artist, |
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I feel like |
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I'll make it regardless |
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Don't forget |
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I'm the ex-con that made it the farthest (Yup) |
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Until the day that |
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I lay with the martyrs |
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Or until the day |
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I'm parlaying, playing with my sons and my daughters |
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I'mma remain the smartest, hardest working nigga in the business |
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Just Blaze, can |
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I get a witness (Yessir) |
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See that they probably get it if |
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I come out flop |
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Get dropped, go back to my block and get shot (Pop) |
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As they putting my body in that life-size |
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ZiplockThen you'll be saying "Damn, Giddy died for this hip-hop" |
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Or maybe it entail you to get locked |
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To another 20 in the rock for them to give me my props |
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Whatever the case may be |
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We do a census on who is the sickest lyricist, they say me |
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That's without a album out, y'all rated me |
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I drop one and |
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I'mma bow out gracefully |
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Whoa, ohWe keep rising to the top |
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Whoa, ohAnd keep eyes out for the cops |
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Whoa, ohAnd that's what it gon' be |
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Whoa, oh'Cause you ain't gon' stop me |
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They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet |
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You just trying to keep your kids off the street |
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You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream) |
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Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve) |
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Uh, ohThey got you locked in a hole, 19 years old10 years, no chance for parole |
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They better believe it (That's right, tell them again) |
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Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend) |
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Whoa, ohKeep, keep, keep rising |
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Whoa, ohKeep, keep, keep rising |
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Whoa, ohKeep, keep, keep rising |
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Whoa, ohKeep, keep, keep rising |
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Whoa, ohWooo! |
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We on the radio |
