| You know, it’s good to let your anger out
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| And let love in, ha ha, and, uh
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| Heh ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ah heh, heh
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| I think it’s good to, that if you can put anger on a picture
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| Instead of smacking someone in the face, it’s a lot safer
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| Griselda
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| Roll the Swisher, get high, free the homies behind the wall
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| Free my niggas inside, all them niggas that died
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| Rest in peace to my niggas, I hope they live in the sky
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| Pour out some liquor, load your fifth up for your niggas and ride
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| For your niggas that got hit bad and didn’t survive
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| Sometimes I feel like, I’m the realest nigga alive
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| Since we was kicking doors, four niggas divvying pie
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| They ain’t believe me when I told niggas the city was mines
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| Now look at me though, Buffalo nigga
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| But did records with Kool G though, necklace is two kilos
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| Remember when the Feds gave fifteen to cousin Tito
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| Me and Papp was right there, he took it like a G though
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| That’s a real nigga, that’s a fact
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| When I came home from doing two, he gave me a half ounce and a rack
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| And said, «You don’t owe me shit, just put the city on the map»
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| That was eleven years ago and now I’m doing just that
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| Ask my baby momma how much I cried when Machine Gun died
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| When I pulled up and seen that yellow tape outside
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| Had me ready to grab the stick and go apes outside
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| I never found out who did it, that shit ate my pride, I swear
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| Heh, but maybe that was a sign
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| Maybe God ain’t want me killing them niggas and doing time
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| Maybe God wanted me here to kill 'em with the rhyme
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| Maybe that was part of his plan and part of the design
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| I don’t know, I’m not religious, all I know is I’m viciously gifted
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| When I script and then it’s strictly for my niggas (woo!)
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| I might shed a tear listening to this shit
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| Pop the Spade cork like, «Machine Gun, we did it»
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| Damn, who would’ve known my crew would’ve blown?
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| Every verse is verse of the year, shit is proven and shown
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| I needed West and Daringer, I couldn’t do it alone
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| 'Member that fuck nigga pulled up using his chrome
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| Hit the back of my head and neck, I should’ve died, nigga
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| I feel like my nigga Dunce kept me alive, nigga
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| Slapping my face like, «Bruh, open your eyes, nigga»
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| Shaking my head like, «Fuck that, you can’t die, nigga»
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| Only real shit what I provide, nigga
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| I wrote this shit with the tears in my eyes, nigga
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| Now they gotta consider me top five, nigga
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| You hearing my shit, is you surprised, nigga?
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| You know what’s funny, I wanted to quit
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| After I got shot in my head, I seen my face like, «I'm done with this shit»
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| (It's over)
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| Trying to spit my verses and mumbling and shit
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| Face twisted up looking ugly and shit
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| That Bell’s Palsy had me looking like I had a stroke
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| But every bar raw like a slab of coke
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| And them same niggas that laugh and joke
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| Is doing bad and broke, and everything I drop is classic, dope
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| This the realest shit in my pad I wrote
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| This the realest shit that I wrote
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| Ayo, pulled the MAC out the Stone Island
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| Dope piling, my nigga doing fifty in the mountains
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| Posing in Gosha, I do it for the culture
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| Mastermind, braggadocious
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| You all soda, we in the kitchen like vultures
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| Bucket hat gator on the coaster
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| Big ass Ace need two bitches to pour it
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| Hopped in a four door 'Gatti and floored it
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| A nigga gorgeous, rice pilaf and swordfish
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| This Warhol portraits been more sick
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| Stella McCartney feeling me, pardon me
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| The brass get drenched, draggin' on the marble, I’m awful
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| Stash cracks in his mouth, he had a jaw full
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| Jazz Just Dons in the mosque
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| In the cell, prayer rugs for the lost
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| These niggas wanna hang me on the cross
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| Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
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| Walking over water, I can touch the stars
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| Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
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| I know that the kids beneath me
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| They’re visionaries, before their time
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| I don’t revolt against anything
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| The only thing that I work against is the fact
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| That no one told me that I could do this as a job
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| So the rest of my career is like, showing kids
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| Like, yeah, you can do it too, like, there is no wall
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| You know, it’s a generation of us
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| And I think, the one thing that brings us together
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| Is that we just want to push culture forward |