| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ayo, what’s this? |
| Feel good
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| Yeah, yeah, like how that feel right there
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| I gotta let some shit off my chest
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| Ready? |
| Aight
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| Live, in my own flesh
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| In my own breath, on my home steps
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| In the Mo' where my home rests
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| And I hope what I hold gets
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| In the car for the doe for a pimp and a pimp’s job is to get mo' doe
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| Like the 17 year old’s on the steps in the ghetto
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| Where they won’t let you get bored and the moral of the story is death
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| And the moral of the story got everybody worried and stressed
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| To the point where my niggas wear vests
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| Up under they white T with a strap
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| Up under the car seat with a Tec
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| So I made this for my niggas that made it onto the next
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| Level, level, level
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| Celebrating in the club with the Moet
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| Bottles to the good life, no more hood life
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| So if you cashed out, mash out let me see you just…
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| (Bounce)
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| To the top of the world we goin' and we goin' in
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| Hoods to the borough, we here, let me see you just
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| (Bounce)
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| In the mornin', in the evenin'
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| Do it for the fam that be in the streets and
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| Let me see you just
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| (Bounce)
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| And the hits ain’t change
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| Best artist not on your radio play
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| Still gettin' blazed, gettin' head from a centerfold
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| While Radiohead is played on my radio
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| And it’s so sad
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| Artist’s soft as a pillow, front tough as a Brillo pad
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| I got fans that feel the same way
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| Like 'Ditto Black
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| Gave up, can’t depend on rap."
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| But it ain’t just us where the pain struck
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| Even old school artist’s feel like the game’s fucked
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| That’s when I clock in as an option when
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| You need a breath of fresh oxygen
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| And whoa
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| I feel it ain’t no balance
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| Class of my own so I feel that there ain’t no challenge
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| When I see that there ain’t no talent in most niggas
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| Not tryin' to boast, just showin' you how most niggas feel
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| Rap deals, stack mills
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| Tell me where the rap game went over the past year
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| Underground fans said «nowhere»
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| Ask record execs they’re tryin' to find what’s next to blow
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| Oh
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| Got doe from the fans
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| It’s just business, yeah I understand
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| Tryin' to find a new dance like the Running Man
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| But when it’s all out
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| I’d rather see 'em all
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| (Bounce)
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| To the top of the world we goin' and we goin' in
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| Hoods to the borough, we here, let me see you just
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| (Bounce)
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| In the mornin', in the evenin'
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| Do it for the fam that be in the streets and
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| Let me see you just
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| (Bounce) |