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Y'all want to live my life |
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Y'all just can't live my life |
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Y'all want to live my life |
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Y'all just ain't fit to live my life |
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Since a youngin' a lesson was told, was never to fold |
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Shit, I started rappin' around eleven years old |
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I was destined to blow and unlikely to fade |
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Copped me a pen and pad, see my life in the page |
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Nobody seen my vision, they thought I'd be in prison |
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They though I'd be in prison for movin' keys of ism |
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But as you see, I didn't, I just succeeded, listen |
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Now they watch when they spot every V I sit in |
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Let me stick to the plot, since a kid I would watch |
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My favorite channel was the music video box |
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Daddy Kane, Rahkim, every hit he would drop |
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Flu Dog, Wu Tang, down to Biggie and Pac |
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I inherited charm but in a house hardly |
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'Cause was beggin' my moms to hit the house party |
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Shit to dance, not a chance I was in there for that |
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I was highly inspired just hearin' 'em rap |
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They would crowd the mic and indeed get it crackin' |
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Of course, I was too short to see who was rappin' |
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I ain't bother to speak, just startled by heat |
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Listen to all of the words and nodded to beats |
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That's when I decided that that was my goal |
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To rap and to flow, my tracks to be sold |
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All across the country for the cost of money |
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Until the life the dreams or the lost and hungry |
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This a movement you see, all this movin' you see |
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Basically, this is more than just music to me |
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This is tears and sweat, for the tears I sweat |
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Every year I stretched, I won't dare forget |
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This a movement you see, all this movin' you see |
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Basically, this is more than just music to me |
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This is tears and sweat, for the tears I sweat |
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Every year I stretched, I won't dare forget |
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Y'all want to live my life |
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Y'all just can't live my life |
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Y'all want to live my life |
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Y'all just ain't fit to live my life |
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I was likely fi'n to pop and the ciphers with a bop |
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Thirteen felt like one of the nicest kids to drop |
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More practice I done made, the more nicer that I got |
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People loved me, I end up ghost writin' for the block |
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Mama said I was a fool, now I wasn't cool |
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'Cause round fourteen, shit, I done dropped out of school |
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Yeah, that was my past broke, rap was my cast |
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Gettin' caught writin' rhymes in the back of the class |
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I was triflin' to all, I hit dykeman for raw |
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Shot five with the students, rolled dice in the halls |
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They said, dude, take a T.O., almost caught with a kilo |
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Principal threatened me, hey, I'm callin' ya P.O. |
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So drop out is what I had to do |
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Ciphered up the block and battled on the avenue |
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Ran up on cats like faggot, I will battle you |
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Battle what he babbled and I had him by a rap or two |
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This a movement you see, all this movin' you see |
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Basically, this is more than just music to me |
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This is tears and sweat, for the tears I sweat |
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Every year I stretched, I won't dare forget |
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This a movement you see, all this movin' you see |
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Basically, this is more than just music to me |
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This is tears and sweat, for the tears I sweat |
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Every year I stretched, I won't dare forget |
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Y'all want to live my life |
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Y'all just can't live my life |
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Y'all want to live my life |
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Y'all just ain't fit to live my life |
