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I came in the game, young nigga banging for fame |
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In the process, staking my claim |
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And I train like, |
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Leonidas son, the fire and sun |
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The blood, sweat and tears, grinding for ones |
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Nearly died for it, cried for it, hustle and flow |
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Right from the seed, competing with my love for the dough |
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The hunger it burns, |
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I wondered and yearned |
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They tried skipping my turn |
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This time, muthafuckas gon' learn |
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About the rap general, |
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Rebel, I stack regular revenue |
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Globally local mogul, vocally soldier hold you |
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Dude faking and fronting, you just say that you want it |
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I'm the next |
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Nike ad, greatness is nothing |
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Who run it, |
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I'm coming, |
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I can't, won't, don't stop blunted' |
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Til the dough stop coming, 'til the hoes stop stunting |
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Label it a rap, case closed, no discussion |
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I'm back to the block, got the whole spot dumbing |
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I hear plenty barking, got the semi sparking |
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It's my time, this is it, like |
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I'm Kenny |
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LogginsEmpty cartridge like |
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Hannibal A- |
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TeamStop me, wake out your day dream |
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Stay out the way, please |
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Before you have me facing like eighteen |
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It's gotta be, then let it be |
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I'm straight in them state greens |
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I've been through it all, still stuck in the mud |
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Eating good, living right, still them fuckers a judge |
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Like a nigga can't get no greats, when |
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I hit,Make the bricks go ape 'cause |
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I spit cocaine |
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And I'm leaning em, blue coats is beaming 'em |
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Rolling with the team and 'em |
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But really only few folks are seen with 'em |
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Y'all better mark my words |
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Before it's all set and done |
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I'm a stun y'all like |
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Spock and |
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KirkHonor the rep, |
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UD's, Donnie and |
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FesP.C. Fisk, |
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Banga, straight body a set |
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I even the odds, |
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I'm bleeding, |
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I'm scarred |
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A nickel bag in the trunk, believe |
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I'm involved |
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I'm on everything, 'cause |
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I ain't feeling the job |
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Your boy Deck's a king, keep it realer than y'all |
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Or say keep it true, you watching like the streets'll do |
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Hip hop is falling apart, |
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Deck, he's the glue |
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Haters get off me, you sinking my ship |
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Fixing your lips, yapping like you thinking he slip |
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I got a million niggas thinking he sick, a million kids |
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Thinking he rich, a million bitches think he the shit |
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You think it's a game, laugh when you leaking in pain |
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Speaking my pain, hater |
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I'm the reason you came |
