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[Intro] |
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(I wish we could stay to see what happens) |
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We have to let them find their way, but we will create an end |
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[Hook: Big KRIT] |
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Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back |
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Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse |
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Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a bro back to the snap |
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She lives in my lap, eager to give up a snatch |
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Still on the pry for my match |
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The milk and the honey |
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It's all about the love for the money |
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Space age pimp was adapt, that's after the fact |
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Land that I may contact, destroy if they give their bomb back |
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Prepare for combat, peace and love is beyond that |
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Should've went with my comrades, it's actual fact |
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Eye what they actually lack at the peek of their deck |
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Where their soul and mind is attached |
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Stars fully aligned on the map, my plan of attack |
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For the lost generation |
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[Verse 1: Big KRIT] |
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This ain't meant to be preached on |
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This here meant to be teached on |
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I know that you ain't got much time |
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I promise this rhyme won't take long |
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You need it in your life like you need a better job |
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Like you need another hobby |
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Instead of waiting in the lobby, with the soft and the hard |
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Until the police holla copy, freeze |
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I know how it get when you ain't got shit to flush |
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And them balloons you bought getting bust |
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Cause everybody want mo' than what they really say so |
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You don't know who to trust |
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On the outside looking in of the Beamer, Bentley, Benz |
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Dreaming about the backseat |
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But you don't know what the driver had to do just to pass by you |
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That's if you ask me |
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So, shawty, don't do the dash on 'em |
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I hope you never crash on 'em |
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What good is flashin' or livin' the fastest |
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If you in a casket? I couldn't imagine |
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My mama hanging over me crying |
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Cause my soul is too young to let go of me |
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I'm saying what I gotta |
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Cause the club songs ain't saving my partner |
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[Hook] |
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[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco + (Big KRIT)] |
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Nigga, we ain't lost |
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This the bitch I'm a boss generation |
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(For the lost generation) |
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Nigga, we ain't lost |
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This is xans got me nodding off generation |
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(For the lost generation) |
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Nigga, we ain't lost |
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This the puttin' candy in my cough generation |
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(For the lost generation) |
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Nigga, we ain't lost |
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You can find me jumping off Porsche in a race |
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(For the lost generation) |
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[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] |
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For that, KRIT, let's kill these niggas |
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You got skills to help build these killers (killers) |
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Take the murder rate even higher (higher) |
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And take a nigga bitch in the process |
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Turn the whole thing into a contest |
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My nigga fuck this mic |
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We should be fucking with Mike |
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Military industrial complex |
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And we can get rich, nigga, fuck showing love |
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They ain't listening to us |
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They ain't playing this bitch in the club |
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So let's get paid, turn these motherfuckers into slaves |
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School is for lames, man, these niggas join gangs |
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Fuck Martin Luther King, nigga, fuck change |
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Fuck peace, I want chains |
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G's on the internet, bitch like bam |
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Fuck peace, I want a plane |
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Fill that bitch with cocaine |
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And make these bitches move their booties |
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And help these niggas make their movies |
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All these niggas into their graves |
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And top these hoes out their coogies |
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[Hook + Bridge] |
