| Stop fucking around and be a man
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| You either can be stuck underground or flee the land
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| Like you can be the one in the ride who lead the band
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| Or you can be the one on the line who need a gram
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| Do it how they taught you on the records they brought you
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| Your hero said he’d run outta town on Peter Pans
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| Cool, all that resonates and all that dedicates til you outside and you see the
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| vans
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| I rolls on the loop with everything we about
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| 'cause circles can’t fit no squares, it keeps em out
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| Looped in off what the stoop is
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| Where the pound talk is treys like Lupin
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| Un-markeds side by side where the coupe is
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| They c’est la vie the next Trayvon shooting
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| I’m back to my brick in the booth shit, my vocab paraphernalia
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| I float around the track like Mahalia
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| Back for the braillers, know that they drag you when you gone like you playing
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| for Baylor
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| That’s word to a Dennehy, and words to remember me
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| You know it’s either that or you turn to a memory
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| You are who you are, you can’t turn on your tendencies
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| Prove it when we call something over, ven aqui
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| Truck jewels while the truck move, caught it right off the deck
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| Til' they strip it and call it quality of life arrests
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| It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
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| Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
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| It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
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| Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
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| It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
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| Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
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| It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
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| Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
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| They say it’s like that, money entice that
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| The celebration is waiting like «where the lights at?»
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| I made a way out the gate and ain’t have to hype that
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| I put my name on a plate and they couldn’t price that
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| I seen cops get lower than where the night’s at
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| I seen dice turn over and push a life back
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| I sent dough in the mail like where the kites at?
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| They make your bro switch cells before you write back
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| But shit it’s like that, nothing else like this
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| Did it alone so I don’t know what the hype is
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| And when it’s like this and po-9 peruse by me
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| I treat em like if all of em think that they’re Giuliani
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| Said they got a reason to see what the aim like
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| I trained with my left 'cause I knew they would play me right
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| 7 days 7 nights while the 7 is upon us
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| Que up the God number like Melo in the corner
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| Taught us our fathers to the heavens that adorn us
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| Caught us star gazing at the bezels that was on us
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| Pat your own self on the shoulders
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| Or mask on, put your name up like Quinones
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| OG told us how he blew dollars rights before the lick hit
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| Take 'em back, blue collar '94 Knicks shit, it’s like that
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| Money entice that, the celebration is waiting like «where the likes at?»
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| It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
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| Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
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| It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
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| Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
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| It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
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| Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer
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| It gets for real, and then it gets for realer
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| Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer |