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[Intro] "Cause the feeling, is gone!!" [Ghost] "And I must, get it back" [Statik Selektah] |
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Trust me, nothing prepares us |
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They never say gettin money slows your prayers up |
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We already in |
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Hell! Nothin can scare us |
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We already fly how nothin can air us |
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Came from the underground so |
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I stay grounded, astounded by all the bullshit that |
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I founded |
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A wise man can lose juice soon as he gain jewels |
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Life get real and you think of the pains you grew |
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You different, you makin a change, you let your man tell it |
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Blowin chronic, am |
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I demonic or angelic? |
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No vanilla |
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Dutch, fuck it, get a panetela |
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Roll a one sheet, think about my rap sheet |
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Sellin crack'll have you runnin like a track meet |
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Watchin your back on every other back street |
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I started so young, why you think |
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I'm so numb |
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You can't feel shit and only like real shit [Chorus: Statik Selektah's samples scratched] "You can act stupid if you wanna" "Like you don't know what block I'm front of" "D-Block layin 'em down" "And I ain't never plannin to stop, I'm plannin to rock" "You know my name, you heard my raps" "You know my name, ain't nuttin changed" "S.P. and I done been through it all" "From here on I spit it in rare form" |
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The moon stay quiet but the sun spoke |
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Still can't blow away the pain with the blunt smoke |
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Tryin to give my daughter and my son hope |
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The shit get rough, when you breathin in the gun smoke |
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Do it all for a pile of the cash, funny |
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But I'm rarely known to smile when |
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I laugh (that's all) |
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You can say the pain run deep and |
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I wonder Do the insane or the sane ones speak? |
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And I feel like the devil got chains on me |
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I'm inside but |
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I still feel the rain on me (It's raining) like it's comin through the window or the windshield |
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Life full of sins'll have you spinnin like a windmill |
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Contract with |
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God is signed and it been sealed |
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See you at the crossroads if everything has been real |
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I can feel what you can't |
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And the shit is vice versa so fear what you can't [Chorus] |
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I told you it is what it is |
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Can't choose how to die but |
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I can choose how to live (true) |
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Thought about it just sittin where |
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I live Just another ghetto nigga with a million dollar crib |
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No hope, then |
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I dropped the |
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E and got hoppin |
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Got hip, just so |
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I could get a little guap' (you get it?) |
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Before that, |
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I used to move rock with a 4 to 10 job after school workin stock (word) |
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Then I said "Fuck pickin up a box" |
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So I sold more drugs, started stickin mo' spots |
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That's why |
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I thank God for this rap shit |
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Niggaz be frontin cause we used to livin backwards [Chorus] |
