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Now some guys they just hate for no reason, kapish?
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Fuck yo money, fuck yo jewelry, fuck yo cars
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Fuck all yo bitches that you got
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It's obsolete, now
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All that shit ain't fresh no more, fuck all that
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[Verse 1:]
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On the real homie, on the real
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Tell me how you feel
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Everything I spit is gold like I got a grill
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Bet you people talking thought I'd sell out once I got a deal
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Still me and my team, only difference - we live in the hills
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We living a dream, these bitches perpetrating the skills
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At the soup kitchen with my mama they giving us meals
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I was poor in my adolescence but now I'm getting mills
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Come on, tell me how it feels when that brand new record spills
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Homie this the come up
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I'm from where them drug dealers will run up
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But I was never bout that shit, I just worked till the sun up
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Oh yeah
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Claiming that they got it over there
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But they never had it over there
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Homie this the come up
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[Hook:]
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Came a long way, this the come up
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Been a long time coming, it's the come up
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Been a long damn time, it's the come up
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[Verse 2:]
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Open your mind, this is work ethic
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Ninety-nine percent of you couldn't comprehend the method
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Cause you too wrapped up in the money and bitches
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I get riches but never sacrifice the art
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Been real from the start, now break it down
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That super-duper-killer flow
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All these bitches in here make you wanna kill a ho
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It's kind of funny how the flow make me sound ignant
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But you know the wordplay on another level, isn't it?
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I been at it since a young'n on a dolo
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Till I got a team and sat by the door in a solo
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Bad bitches wanna fuck me on the low though
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Tryna' break the ice she like, "Can I get a photo?"
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A long time comin', what you call that?
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Shorty blowin' up my phone, I promise to call back
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Unless you a crazy ass bitch
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I'm a tell your ass to fall back
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This the come up
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