| Just sitting down
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| Thinkin' about this life of mine
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| All of my troubles
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| All my good times
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| Black panther cub gotta lot a love
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| From the bottom to the top, underground to up above
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| Not ya average rig-a-marole just playing the role
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| Instead I set my path in the bold
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| The mic I control with breath I control
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| And cold make 'em lose control
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| Lo and behold
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| Make these rhymes pay me like a hoe on the stroll
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| Told 'em its cold piece of work in cold world
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| Still my only joy when I hold a flow
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| Like the north pole hold magnetism
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| All the naysayers sayin no
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| They can eat crow
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| I show and prove to a groove they never knew
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| Grew and grew walked around the rocks enroute
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| If it seemed impossible
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| Still had to do my best John Henry and hammer straight through
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| If the deal goes sour got the will power
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| And the now to meet the challenges
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| Whatever, however, just sayin'
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| It’s a banger it’s a banger
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| It’s a banger it’s a banger
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| It’s a banger it’s a banger
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| It’s a banger
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| Just sitting down
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| Thinkin' about this life of mine
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| All of my troubles
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| All my good times
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| Gift of gab please check
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| It’s a banger it’s a banger
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| It’s a banger it’s a banger
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| It’s a banger it’s a banger
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| It’s a banger
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| Break it off, break it up, break it out
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| Shout it out mountain tops got me
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| Climbin' as I’m striving, I’m thriving as I’m vibing
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| And I’m riding high, I’m surviving as I’m rhyming
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| And I’m loving life fiend
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| Can’t be satisfied well that sucks but it keeps me trying
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| I’ve been in love, in hate
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| Yeah, I had a little taste of everything
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| If life was a buffet, if, go back for seconds
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| But you just get one plate before you fly away
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| Check it
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| My daddy always told me to be purposeful
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| Never lose a minute, never waste a second
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| My momma told me to be careful, wrap it up
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| Don’t be too wild child
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| But I’m a wild child, wild style ride till I die style
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| Endless like the skyline horizon
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| I’m rising special sauce long lasting lover
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| True blue to my friends till the end
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| Always on it, always under cover
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| Blue eyed brother, white as Mr. Drummond
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| Come a long way strumming. |
| running
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| Gunning a style kid Philly stairwell harping
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| Lightening blues like space echo
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| Burning night life living life like a gecko
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| Live every moment like got nothing to lose
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| Drank champagne and I drank tears
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| Loving life 'cause I’m lovin' and livin' I’m real |