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I was on the block picturing blocks at fifteen, |
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I remember underage drinking at sixteen, |
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Then my nuts in Cali banging at seventeen, |
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Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything. |
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My back was to the wall, visited all, after all, all I had was me |
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Just tenacity, so we all leave with a sense of sweet |
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Then everything I write around got a cotton seat, |
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Fuck y'all dry, saw off and done rapidly. |
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Partner, now let's be honest, ain't got no good intentions, |
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The upper tune is the dudes moving in my position. |
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But I'm a heavy, wait humble, hitting the heavy bag |
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Waiting for the day I stumble across your fucking ass. |
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Instead I push the work in, chin up and chest out, |
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Picking the shit up where I left off, |
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You went soft intention too tenant to deal with the Los Angel, |
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I admit it, I bull shit and gave you the wrong angle, |
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Now I have a seat at my table, let me do you the business, |
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Diversify you millions, you can leave off the entrance. |
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Make every revenue street flood to where it took me, |
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And make that money stack higher than giraffes. |
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I was on the block picturing blocks at fifteen, |
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I remember underage drinking at sixteen, |
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Then my nuts in Cali banging at seventeen, |
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Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything. |
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I used to have a Glock that I would shot to at backpack |
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So it will leave no shells at the scene where I was getting my kid back. |
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Yeah, this for the homie whack, rolled to and chopped up, |
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On hard to make the west defined a united fund. |
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Beard big, light it up, waiting on that vending truck, |
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So I can crush the corner, welcome to California |
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Where people fake it 'till they make it, or take it with their hand gun, |
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Take your chances, swing, try to land one. |
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Now you're in the box like a sand some, I march to the madness |
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My symphony deliver something classic. |
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Either you ain't glad or you blast it, jumped in or dragged it, |
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Either way, you got to salute the flag, who you want it with? |
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I acknowledge honest with whole heart and integrity, |
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People keep telling me I'm about to catch a felony. |
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Stage presence, reminiscent of my flash back |
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Gave my girl a son and my last name. |
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I was on the block picturing blocks at fifteen, |
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And I remember underage drinking at sixteen, |
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Then my nuts in Cali banging at seventeen, |
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Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything. |
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They're talking about they locked up in a coop in the mansion, |
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I'm saying you can't knock me off the square that I stand in. |
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Nobody gave me nothing, this is just where I landed, |
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'Cause now I got everything, bitch, I got everything. |
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Motherfucker, I live in room that look like a drive-in, |
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When I open my eyes a bunch of bitches play violins |
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Nothing but respect when I walk to the lights in, |
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Because I kill everything, bitch, I kill everything. |
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Nothing ever compares with the spring of a free mind, |
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Find the most dangerous weapon ever acquired by mankind |
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Using to fight for your freedom and oppress your oppressors |
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You mould them and lead them, fuck the positive message. |
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This is a lifetime allegiance, boy, you're down to the essence, |
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There's no payment for passage, my immaculate presence, |
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Make every revenue street flood, look where it took me, |
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And make that money stack high and you run a pussy. |
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I was on the block picturing blocks at fifteen, |
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I remember underage drinking at sixteen, |
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Then my nuts in Cali banging at seventeen, |
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Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything. |
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They're talking about they locked up in a coop in the mansion, |
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I'm saying you can't knock me off the square that I stand in. |
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Nobody gave me nothing, this is just where I landed, |
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'Cause now I got everything, bitch, I got everything. |