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(feat. Kira) |
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[Cormega] |
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I went to catchin' cases to buyin' cases of Don flyin' places |
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From metal bracelets, to diamond bracelets |
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From ghetto pavements, to hotter ways with |
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My own private acre, I'm movin' up like the Jeffersons |
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Drivin' spaceships, like the Jetsons, my mic |
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Conseption is deep |
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Like my conseption, my life was tested, numerous times |
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Like Judas, the father's rudest child |
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Only a winner could lose with a smile, refusin' to bow |
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Even the critics of Cormega, enthusiast now |
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As well the SL-5, watch how the roof come down |
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When Sammy come through, you know how the crew get down |
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We no longer have to move bricks now |
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Rainy days are brighter when the jewels are out |
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And we only dealin' with people, showin' true love now |
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Dedicate to every one who grew up hard |
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Sky's the limit, reach for the stars |
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[Chorus: Kira] |
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I had to let it go, I had to let it start a change |
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It ain't, the same no more, no more, no it ain't |
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Harder times has gone away, say goodbye to heartaches |
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Livin' in the ghetto... livin' in the ghetto |
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[Cormega] |
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I got a daughter to raise, I thought that the game was honorable |
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Til Porter was slain, when Magic and Jordan were playin' |
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Ballers were famous, they aura made us, hug corners daily |
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Similar to the fiends we serve daily |
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No more sleepin', my eyes, son, I see the world clearly |
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Whether the projects depths, or the seed of a six series |
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As I breeze through the city, rockin' Annie Vezel and Pennies |
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I realize people who feel me, are the reason, I mean it sincerely |
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I can never lose the love of the streets, that endeared me |
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Throughout my adoloscent years, slingin' packs daily |
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Reminiscin' people who cash yearly |
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While starin' at pictures, wishin' they was here with me |
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Like my mans who kept it real with me |
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We been through hard times, now we sittin' in hard rides |
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We ain't hard to find, we either |
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At the crab, going hard in Live |
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Or on the block, chillin' right outside |
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[Chorus] |
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[Cormega] |
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Sometimes I sit inside my residence, and I just think |
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Of my life, and the situations I might face |
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Ain't too many real niggaz, is my kind extinct? |
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I'm alive, yet a part of me, died with Spank |
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I'm still in the game, relentless when my pen hits |
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The paper with a vengeance, the essence of the ghetto |
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I live it, the realness, straight out the street |
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Alotta schemes were laid down, children were leavin' playgrounds |
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Cuz dealer squeeze a tre' pound, uh |
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No m.c. could get in my area |
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Lyrically, few will ever meet the criteria |
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I'm clearly a superior breed, like a terriar |
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Right here in the streets, where rappers scared to come |
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[Chorus] |
