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Livin' in the big city |
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The American dream is far from me and the streets of gritty |
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Everywhere I turn, I'm on a mission for more |
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But I ain't sellin' my soul with the dope, that's no bull |
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I'm on a one way rise to the top |
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I'm hittin' the strip but got a sound that will rattle your block |
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I'm in the fast lane and I won't stop, you ain't nothin' but talk |
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You couldn't hang on the rope I walk |
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This life that I live, it ain't for the weak |
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I'm a rowdy-ass gangster that came off the street |
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I'm tryin' to keep the pace but I gotta keep my peace |
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Got these punk-ass police, want me RIP |
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And I'm searchin' for the higher ground |
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I want my head in the sky, so high that I can't come down |
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Legalized in every town across the nation |
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'Cause you can never stop the blaze |
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Gotta rise up to the top |
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(To the top) |
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Can't stop |
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(How high can you get?) |
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Gotta rise up to the top |
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(To the top) |
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Can't stop |
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(How high can you get?) |
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'Cause what goes up must come down |
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So we gotta rise up to the higher ground |
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Rise up |
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(Rise up) |
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Rise up |
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(Rise up) |
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Rise up |
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(Rise up) |
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How high can you get? |
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Cruisin' in the drop Chevy, got my foot on the floor |
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I'm hittin' switches and my frame is heavy |
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You wanna look inside and see who's flossin' the ride |
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Curiosity is killin' you and stingin' your pride |
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I get high when we're flippin' the set |
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Now we're flippin' the script and all you haters couldn't hold my dick |
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Don't need a clip for my nondescript |
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You should leave it alone and check your toe 'cause my nine will spit |
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This right here's as high as it gets |
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(No shit) |
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Somebody like to split |
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The Hill kept it real since we stepped on the set |
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So just goin' for a stroll you gotta cut the check |
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Got my Glock on deck and my custom vest reeks |
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You can't fuck with me, I'm the best |
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And you can keep the dress 'cause I'm smoke nothin' less |
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Than the kush, step back I'm tired of gettin' pushed |
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Gotta rise up to the top |
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(To the top) |
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Can't stop |
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(How high can you get?) |
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Gotta rise up to the top |
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(To the top) |
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Can't stop |
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(How high can you get?) |
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'Cause what goes up must come down |
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So we gotta rise up to the higher ground |
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Rise up |
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(Rise up) |
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Rise up |
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(Rise up) |
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Rise up |
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(Rise up) |
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How high can you get? |
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I go psycho, crazy Michael Myers |
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And set the stage on fire, go higher |
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'Cause when our name's on a flyer, there's so much smoke |
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It makes the whole city rise up |
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Devise a plan to get the whole world lifted |
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Walk back, tryin' to take the land with a mission |
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There's no way you can stand in this position |
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You can't take the heat, get the fuck up out the kitchen |
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Born with the will to hustle, see we hittin' the road |
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You'll never stop it, you ain't got the muscle |
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We're on a world tour, homeboy, this is for sure |
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We gotta cure blow the stage up, we out the door |
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Sometimes we all need an escape so when we fall off track |
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You get your mind right and make your stack |
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I made a pact with my crew on the Hill, we'll continue to build |
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For all the people who all need their fill |
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Gotta rise up to the top |
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(To the top) |
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Can't stop |
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(How high can you get?) |
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Gotta rise up to the top |
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(To the top) |
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Can't stop |
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(How high can you get?) |
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'Cause what goes up must come down |
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So we gotta rise up to the higher ground |
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Rise up |
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(Rise up) |
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Rise up |
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(Rise up) |
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Rise up |
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(Rise up) |
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How high can you get? |
