| Sun is setting in, I’m watching 'Clockers'
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| Reflecting while weighing my options, shit
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| Should I turn to non-sense, or keep it narrow & legitimate
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| Pockets is penniless but we killing shit, audio chemist, come get a fix
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| Creative minded, niggas been blinded by the glare of the shine
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| Got the nerve for chiming with their comments
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| Miso told me difficulty is time
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| But I’ll be stupid if I waited for them opp’s to get mine
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| So I’m steady grinding, creating like my life depended
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| Keep it self-sufficient, I’m underground as well as independent
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| I’m, out for self, anybody that’s riding
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| Don’t try to front on the kindness when we count the commas
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| To keep it honest, I’m, not for the drama, nor corruption in Regards to
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| encounters, I promise, my art is worthy of honors
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| Just a normal nigga tryna progress
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| Til then, I light the cess to relive of the stress, I’m just
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| A normal nigga tryna progress, until then
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| I light the cess to relieve of the stress, nigga
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| I got a pocket full of pennies, mind full of brilliance
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| Heart of gold, shit, I’m bound to make a killing
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| My niggas plotting for a million
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| Check
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| So I, roll up to Yspi, spark a blunt or two with Kingsley & Kenny
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| Pockets empty, excluding a couple pennies
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| But we plotting on benji’s, & whipping the latest Benzi’s
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| And Bent’s, while having bitches flashing their titties for presidents
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| Ay yo, the game is funny, cuz bitches quick to play your honey
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| Niggas under-hand you like Gee Money
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| I keep my cypher tight, avoiding the plight
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| Be dismissive to motherfuckers that’s disturbing the light
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| Fuck it, that’s life, living ain’t no fun in paradise
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| Shit, it’s a gamble, roll your pair of dice, you’ll be lucky to strike
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| Cuz in this battlefield, you gotta earn stripes
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| At times, your sacrifice is only way to suffice
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| Pay that price, nigga, shit, we all go through it
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| For instance, I pay my dues via music
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| See, I’m not a fun of politics, me & my art are real monogamous
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| I won’t jeopardize it for a shortcut to accomplishments
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| Shit, that’s not why I’m in
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| And that’s not who I am
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| As a motherfucking man
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| Check
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| I got a pocket full of pennies, mind of brilliance
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| And a heart full of gold, shit, I’m bound to make a killing
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| My niggas plotting for a mill, yo, my niggas for a, check
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| I got a pocket full of pennies, mind of brilliance
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| And a heart full of gold, shit, I’m bound to make a million
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| So show me something |