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Yo yo check it |
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Unattached and calm sundaes and pills |
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I palmwith intentions to make it to the league |
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Intrigued by two letter cars |
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SE's and G |
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S'sesOn the court niggaz |
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I leave like messages |
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Plagued by this ball player exorcist |
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It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us |
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Kenny is our |
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Moses in this five on five |
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ExodusFor the game of life full courts ain't preppin us |
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Schools want me but the ghost of |
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Manigault haunts me |
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Plus they wanna crib me, way out in the country |
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I'm city like street lights and some games that be fights |
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Never worked on my left so it's hard to be right |
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Either rich poor or |
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Mike is who |
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I wanna be like |
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Story of many black males that |
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I refuse to rewrite |
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Yo, brothers opinions is |
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Bias-ed, like |
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Lenthat I'll end up like |
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Ben, Wilson, still some pretend to be friends |
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Beneath the grin |
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I see the ?gin spoke up and assure a? |
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More so than my soul, my jump shot is purer |
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People play juror, |
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I witness the fall of legends |
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Once was the joint now they restin got a |
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God given present |
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My gallant talent is like a magictrick turned by a chick with a bad habit |
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Opportunity to move |
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I grab itMe and my moms have static, now |
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I wreak Hennesey and havoc |
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Man to man talks with |
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Kenny, send me to a zone |
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Been on my own for so long, my vocal tone's grown |
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Competition gets blown like speakerswhen |
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I cross her like |
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Jesus out of bleachers, broads and beepers |
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Yeah I boogey it's all good, but it could be better |
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Want to stay eighteen forever |
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But now I stay on point like |
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Rod in this |
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Strickland |
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If Brooklyn courts was the canvas, then |
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I would be the big man |
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From thoughts that pennies bring, |
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I assemble teams like the |
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Kenny Kings |
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Think fast over breaks, dialect |
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I'm dribbling |
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Remembering, night posters of |
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Moses and the |
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Supreme Court |
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Realizing, that rap and life are team sports |
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I follow deep thoughts |
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Moves never perceived thought lyrical |
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Johnny Cochrancause of the way |
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I free thought |
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The system make a nigga think to make it that he need sportsor either to the tip he gotta resortmy seed'll be taught to start his own |
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In the, George |
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Carter zone |
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Don't wanna be a dope |
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MC living in his momma's home |
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Or speaking to my fans in a starving artist tone |
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Unknown zones |
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I roam with mind architechter |
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Spark the lecture, emphasizing to let |
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God direct ya |
