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[ti:30,000] |
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[ar:Logic] |
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[al:Young Sinatra] |
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Wake up, you bitch-ass |
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Cracker-ass motherfucker |
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See all I ever wanted was a window to sit close to |
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And you don't understand but in the end you ain't supposed to |
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I'm talking first class, 30,000 feet under my ass |
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Living life on the dash, constant pursuit of cash |
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Now I'm living a life that you and yours could only dream about |
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And just a couple years ago this shit I used to scheme about |
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Rehearsing for hours in front of my mirror |
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Until my voice was hoarse but my vision was clearer |
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See this that new school style but the flow remind you of them old days |
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Fast forward to the present, rappers have no class like snow days |
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Good God, let me bring it back to hip-hops first renaissance |
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96' Kool-Aid and Sega Genesis |
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yo, hey yo, how you keep it so real |
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I love the way your lyrics make me feel" |
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Roll it and get high, Light it up and fly |
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Feeling like I'm 30,000 feet up in the sky |
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I got em' saying |
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So many people think that they know my whole situation |
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Conversations with people that handle public relations |
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Nothing but hundred dollar bills and standing ovations |
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Slowly pacing until I kill like that boy Jason |
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It ain't nothing, never folding or bluffin' |
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Get money, fuck bitches but respect women cause we love em' |
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Kiss em', touch em' and rub em' |
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Fuck em' but never grub em' |
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Hit it fast but then I slow it down like Robitussin |
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Shorty giving me brain until concussion |
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The club run out of vodka the second we rush in |
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Never under estimate the power in which I'm bustin' |
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My lyricism got yo girl blushin' |
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Ain't even touch her and yet she gushin' (ha) |
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Award shows, chilling with all my bros |
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Three-piece Ralph Lauren and some Jordans, I suppose |
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"Hey yo, hey yo, how you keep it so real |
