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Now some guys they just hate for no reason, kapish? |
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Fuck yo money, fuck yo jewelry, fuck yo cars |
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Fuck all yo bitches that you got |
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It's obsolete, now |
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All that shit ain't fresh no more, fuck all that |
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[Verse 1:] |
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On the real homie, on the real |
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Tell me how you feel |
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Everything I spit is gold like I got a grill |
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Bet you people talking thought I'd sell out once I got a deal |
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Still me and my team, only difference - we live in the hills |
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We living a dream, these bitches perpetrating the skills |
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At the soup kitchen with my mama they giving us meals |
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I was poor in my adolescence but now I'm getting mills |
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Come on, tell me how it feels when that brand new record spills |
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Homie this the come up |
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I'm from where them drug dealers will run up |
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But I was never bout that shit, I just worked till the sun up |
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Oh yeah |
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Claiming that they got it over there |
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But they never had it over there |
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Homie this the come up |
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[Hook:] |
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Came a long way, this the come up |
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Been a long time coming, it's the come up |
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Been a long damn time, it's the come up |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Open your mind, this is work ethic |
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Ninety-nine percent of you couldn't comprehend the method |
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Cause you too wrapped up in the money and bitches |
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I get riches but never sacrifice the art |
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Been real from the start, now break it down |
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That super-duper-killer flow |
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All these bitches in here make you wanna kill a ho |
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It's kind of funny how the flow make me sound ignant |
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But you know the wordplay on another level, isn't it? |
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I been at it since a young'n on a dolo |
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Till I got a team and sat by the door in a solo |
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Bad bitches wanna fuck me on the low though |
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Tryna' break the ice she like, "Can I get a photo?" |
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A long time comin', what you call that? |
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Shorty blowin' up my phone, I promise to call back |
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Unless you a crazy ass bitch |
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I'm a tell your ass to fall back |
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This the come up |
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[Hook] |