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I started in the game on the grind and |
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I still am |
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All of it off the sweat on my back without a deal man |
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Spit it real, and treat em like protected areas in |
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AlaskaCause they about to know the drill man |
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So f*ckin' illy that |
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I got to pop a pill again |
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Adderall,X all 20 or 30 milligrams |
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Gotta stay focused in the land of opportunity |
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Prepared for any twist and turn that anybody threw at me |
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Grew to be a beast learned it all up in the cypher |
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All off the top slaughtered 90% of you writers |
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Regardless of my f*ckin' heritage and nationality |
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I grew up decapitating anybody who battled me |
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Rapping rapidly ain't nobody be lapping me |
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Jackie joiner curses 26 paces in back of me |
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An alcoholic but f*ck it homie |
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I'd rather be |
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Liquored up not giving a f*ck and living lavishly |
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On the go hard diet |
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I burn calories |
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Setting fire to mics til the melted plastic and ash you see |
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I've lost my marbles somebody should straight jacket me |
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Latch it and throw the key in the deepest part of the blackest sea |
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Toss me on an island like f*ckin' |
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Survivor casted me |
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And still |
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I'll make it back and make every hater a casualty |
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Running Connecticut shouts to my homie |
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ApathyAnd shouts to everyone who supported me on my path to be |
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Successful in one way or an other cus grammatically |
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They know no one could f*ck with my metaphorical masterpiece |
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Got the f*ckin' |
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Grim Reaper coming after me |
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The good die young someone show me where the casket be |
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I keep on moving forward |
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With my head held high |
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I do this shit forever or at least until |
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I dieAin't no use in stopping |
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I got nothing left to hide |
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I do this shit forever |
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You couldn't stop me if you tried |
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Nobody f*ckin' with my flow man |
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Modern day |
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Comanche swords swinging in both hands |
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Hip hop is all |
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I know man dank |
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B*tches to |
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Chronic 2001 motherf*ckin' |
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Slow JamKeep grinding til the day that |
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Webby holds the belt |
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Make my haters sit the f*ck down |
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Franky Roosevelt |
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With that polio flow homie |
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I'm dope as hell |
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Captain of my movement and |
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I'm treating all of my soldiers well |
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My fans know |
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I won't give rhyming a rest |
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And I mean that, from the left side of my chest |
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I got heart, so all you motherf*ckers step your game up |
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Me with a microphone is like |
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Bob Ross with a paint brush |
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All you lame f*cks getting pummeled from the waist up |
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I don't need a cheap shot to leave your raps laid up |
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Shane Mosley with punches f*ckin' your face up |
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Eating at roofs |
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Chris now let me raise the stakes up |
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I keep on moving forward |
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With my head held high |
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I do this shit forever or at least until |
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I dieAin't no use in stopping |
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I got nothing left to hide |
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I do this shit forever |
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You couldn't stop me if you tried |
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I keep on moving forward |
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With my head held high |
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I do this shit forever or at least until |
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I dieAin't no use in stopping |
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I got nothing left to hide |
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I do this shit forever |
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You couldn't stop me if you tried |
