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Bein enlightened, is no longer enough |
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You must apply |
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Bein willin is no longer acceptable |
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You must do, make it count |
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[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] |
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Na-na-now, now |
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I, I, I gotta shake this |
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Na-na-now, na-na-now, now |
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I gotta, I gotta |
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I gotta shake this jail shit off me |
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He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail shit off me |
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I, I, I gotta shake this weak shit off me |
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Keep shit off me, leave it in the streets like bitch GET OFF ME! |
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[Royce Da 5'9"] |
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1977, July 5th |
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Conceived immaculately was me, my mom's gift |
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Unwrapped right there in the room like Christmas |
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My mind has been designed to do light distance |
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Run whole laps around y'all with my thoughts |
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You ain't hold back on yours, naw that's my fault |
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Now picture me fallin, all the way to the bottom |
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And I'm layin and callin, somebody come help me |
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Find my strength to stop drinkin this poison |
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'fore I drown my gift, and yeah it's probably unhealthy |
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Cause I went so hard and woke up sober |
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I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers |
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Loco, goin hard as a locomotive |
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Self-loathin like I ain't chosen |
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Chose to bless souls, get exposed |
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Just know that I ain't foldin, huh |
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I gotta shake this |
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[Chorus] |
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[Royce Da 5'9"] |
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September 18th, 2-oh-oh-6 |
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I roll up in the court thinkin "This should go quick" |
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On some couple thousand dollar suit type shit |
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From behind thousand dollar Cartier scripts |
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I witness my world tumble down like bricks |
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Two words she slurred, and it sounded like this (this) |
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One year (one year) travel through the room like moonlight |
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Through the darkness, ooh it's heartless |
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How could, I beat two felonies then |
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Turn around and lose like (lose like) like this! |
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My lawyer sayin stay calm, people sayin pray for him |
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They lockin my black ass up, like Akon |
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My wife at the crib goin crazy |
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Pregnant, yellin "I ain't havin no more babies!" |
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People sayin Preem ain't fuckin with me no mo' |
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Niggaz in the pen' lookin homo, NO! |
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I gotta shake this |
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[Chorus] |
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[Royce Da 5'9"] |
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(Yes!) Fresh outta jail feelin like Christopher Walken |
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The king of my city, swingin my dick as I'm walkin |
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Up to the 7-50, I open the door |
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My cuz and like several bitches make up the decor |
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I look in, he got a company porns |
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I tell him "Nah I'm good, I woulda chubbed her before" |
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I'm a new man but I could fuck with a whore |
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Nigga my dick's so hard it's probably touchin the floor |
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Ridin round in the back of a black luxury toy |
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Gettin sucked, like niggaz cannot FUCK with me boy! |
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When I look in the mirror, all I see is the real |
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You niggaz shouldn't be here, R.I.P. if you will |
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I'm the moment of truth (truth) |
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I'm the only significant thing roamin the scene soon as I go in the booth |
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I'ma do it this time, I'm feelin really defined |
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Unsigned to signed, nigga the city is mines |
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[Chorus] |
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[Outro: Royce] |
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Bitch get off me! |
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Yeah, get off me! |
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Bitch get off me! |
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Now do that make me a liar? |
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GET OFF ME! |
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GET OFF ME! |
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GET OFF ME! |
