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Yeah, Rapper Big Pooh |
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Phonte, Dynas, 9th Wonder's on production |
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Another LB function |
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Topshop where we at, you know the tune |
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Yeah, check it, yo, uh |
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For the right price, you can get quite nice |
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That's how they do life right now in the D |
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Scallywags selling P for free, when I hop in the V |
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Do they think bidness back to the street? |
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On the hunt for they master beat with the glass ****** |
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It's a shame what they do for that next hit |
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And every move is so drastic |
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I'm talking bout prom queens who turned into has-beens |
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Like this chick named Mia |
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Shorty was the ******t in high school, every broad had to be her |
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Walking down the hall, every dude had to gee her |
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Rocked the new ******t, Diesel shoes, no sneakers |
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Hair kept tight, French tips fresh |
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Everything she did, Mia was the best |
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Until graduation day, life turned to mess |
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Her pops took two to the chest over ****** money |
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Now the family's broke, moms turned to Bourb' and Coke |
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Tryna numb the pain, Mia never came to grips with it |
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Going through flicks then ripping them ******ts before she'd get drunk with it |
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In the streets, no faction |
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Snow became her fa******on, riding through, no passion |
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Now old classmates laugh while they passing |
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Because she gone in the wind, and that's what happens |
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[Hook: Phonte] {X2} |
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I seen storms, sunshowers and rain |
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Just as sure as the sky's blue and the seasons change |
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A lot of people use chemicals to ease the pain |
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There's gotta be more, I'm tryna go deeper mayne |
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[Dynas] |
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I wanna tell the church where the works of the devils appear |
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Why the blonde haired, blue eyed Jesus gazes and stare |
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I'm from the ghetto where they braided his hair, slum raiding the ****** |
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We found love when he made it appear |
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Pastor told me drop dough and my soul would be clear |
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And I believed him, he purchased a (?) this year |
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As if my life will be spared if I start giving |
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No details, just told your boy I was not Christian |
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The plot thickens when he revoked my baptism |
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Repo'd my black vision, man of the cloth who tortured black women |
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Said the Bible wasn't mine, but found the time |
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To stack riches, steady asking for my tide |
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Many men claim they bang they head |
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Turn off your T-N-N and run tell your friends |
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Ain't no salvation in the message he said |
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I could never comprehend, now the title of being born again |
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Could help me lose my friend |
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We used to chill but now I can't talk to them |
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Claiming we not equal, thought we was all God's people? |
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Questioning my faith and where I stand as a man |
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So now my home is my church, and Dynas, he only wor******p with the fam |
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[Hook: Phonte] {X2} |
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I seen storms, sunshowers and rain |
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Just as sure as the sky's blue and the seasons change |
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A lot of people use religion to ease the pain |
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There's gotta be more, I'm tryna go deeper mayne |
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[Phonte] |
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This is the last stop, last chance, last train to greatness |
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Last pain I take within my own chance |
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For Hip Hop, I feel I got to take a strong stance |
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I'm sick of that bull******t, hell I'm a grown ass man |
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I had to sit back, think, pause and recline |
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Gain a sense of myself while I'm caught in the grind |
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I could just throw some words together and call it a rhyme |
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But I'm tryna change the world eight bars at a time |
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That's what deep thoughts will do to you kid |
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Have you thinking bout existence and how hard it usually is |
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I'm kinda young but I ain't new to the biz |
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Just wanna hear my beats knock like past opportunities did |
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Phonte still burning it - rhymes so ahead of his time |
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I reminisce and see future occurrences |
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Thoughts ain't deep like mine? Y'all ******s should turn it in |
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Respect in the game, muh'****** we earning it, word up |
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[Hook: Phonte] {X2} |
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I seen storms, sunshowers and rain |
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Just as sure as the sky's blue and the seasons change |
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A lot of people write rhymes to relieve the pain |
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There's gotta be more, I'm tryna go deeper mayne |
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[Phonte] |
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It's like that y'all |
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The fly ******t y'all |
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We don't miss y'all |