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Fountain of youth |
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May our legacies live forever |
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Huh [Rick Ross] |
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All my niggas quiet but we burning loud |
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Makaveli to the max, never turn it down |
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Mac 11 in a |
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Benz: how you like me now? |
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I run the city so my closet look like |
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Nike Town |
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Niggas talking like bitches, is it my income? |
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Am I fucking your bitches? |
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Is it official? |
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My nigga did a dime, didn't learn a thing from it |
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Came home, in two weeks got him a 600 |
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Get a text from the boss, you know them bricks coming |
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Chicks at the beach house like they gonna miss something |
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From the churches |
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I rose, only loving the dough |
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From the Chevy to |
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Rolls, now it's fur on the floor |
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Smoke an ounce of the truth: that's my fountain of youth |
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R.I.P. to |
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Mr. Shakur, this one is for you |
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Nipsey Hussle and |
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I got my nigga |
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Stalley on it |
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Double MG burning out in |
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Cali on it [Hook: Nipsey Hussle x2] |
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Stained glass window in the |
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Benzo Lost in the instrumental |
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Keys got me sentimental [Stalley] |
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These rap books buried in gold |
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The treasure of a million men, |
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Versace shades trimmed in gold |
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My life's big like them cameras explode |
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Capture this rags to riches story that |
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I unfold The youth fountain for the few counting |
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Made money, but who's counting? |
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It's hard stunting living in subsidized housing |
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Every bag you bring though the door, dude's counting |
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And every new girl you bring through, dude's hounding |
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They want your youth, so they watch your moves |
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From your pinky ring, down to how you lace your shoes |
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Rope chains with the precious jewels |
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The dope game had impression rules |
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So what they did with cocaine and a couple spoons |
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Had the whole hood acting like goons |
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Trying to be the richest, trying to the be flyest |
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Claim to be balling, end up like |
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Len Bias Screaming from the bottom of this fountain here, nothing but silence [Hook] [Nipsey Hussle] |
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Laces in my blue |
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Chucks, represent my bros first |
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Staring at my |
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Rollie bezel as |
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I soul-search |
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Run this money marathon til my soles hurt |
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But no materials could measure what my soul's worth |
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I wanted everything, feel like |
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I had no choice |
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Young niggas wishing on a star like |
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Rose Royce |
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Being honest, killing mamas when we sold work |
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I made a promise, give me options and |
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I cold-turkey |
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Sick of sitting on the side while it's game point |
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Recurring dream, tryna scream but ain't had no voice |
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Crazy lady speak in tongues said it's gon' work |
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Never vocalize my visions, actions was my spokesperson |
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Study rich niggas' moves like my homework |
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Sacrilegious; however, streets was my own church [Hook] |
