| Sidewalks are struggling to absorb my footprints
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| It’s my fault, hustling to be hood rich
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| To die for? |
| Well, how can I put this?
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| On your heart, in your eyes, on the charts
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| Three Feet High, In The Ruff, Midnight Maraud
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| Three in this tribe too, but we like the Dogan
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| My thoughts’ll murder like Nat Turner
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| Pick up, and shoot like a fast learner
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| Born in the Bronx, 'the rebuttal to the Willie Lynch theory
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| Eventually, three stars collided by Ben’s Chili
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| Keeping it hunnid 'till we celebrate, bicentenni
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| Hottest in the city, over Oddisee’s symphonies
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| Sent to me, looking up to God like: This for me?
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| A gift, custom made like the rod that split the sea
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| Triple teamed, put it back in balance triple beams
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| Saved my life 'cuz we was far in Cappers
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| Shit, and schemes
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| Gassed up, and down in a Nike box
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| Hit the cream, feeling prepared, prepared to fail
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| Shit ain’t what it seems, being what you be
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| The in crowd, they 'gon disagree
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| But the winning team, Diamond D
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| Champion rings, this can’t be a dream
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| I learned a lot from the Purveyors Of Truth
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| Was in the noose until persuaded, I was one of them truths
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| For the time, being blind, see embettered views
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| Better eschew, then accuse of being clever, and loose
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| In the system of getting for self wealth is health
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| Forget yourself on the mission to else
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| Can’t nothing help
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| But less is a loss, and a loss like death
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| For every check is a twelve step addicted to the next
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| Take a breath
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| Highly competitive in nature, pockets fatter
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| Have ya' knockin' down the ladder of your neighbor
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| Over paper stacked, it ain’t even backed by gold
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| That’s some 'ole magician, which hand switched
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| Blinked, and then you missed it, ha
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| I guess the hand is quicker than the eye
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| The poor can’t afford to buy, while the rich barely is spending dime
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| Time spent riding that brittle middle line
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| While your pockets might determine whether you got your head up high
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| Got friends who is in jail by selling them little lies
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| It be them inside, ties could make fraud legitimize
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| Where some folks income low then they hit 'em high
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| Don’t shake the hand of Uncle Sam, he ain’t no friend of mine
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| A lot in common with them dominate forces
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| Put our mark on this, go all in and we doing this
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| Alive and thriving, opposite of that jiveness
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| District Diamond climbing it’s called capitalizing
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| I learned a lot from the Purveyors Of Truth
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| Was in the noose until persuaded, I was one of them truths
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| For the time, being blind, see embettered views
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| Better eschew then accuse of being clever, and loose
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| In the system of getting for self wealth is health
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| Forget yourself on the mission to else
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| Can’t nothing help
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| But less is a loss, and a loss like death
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| For every check is a twelve step addicted to the next
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| Take a breath
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| Take a breath |