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(AZ:) |
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It's the most marvelous |
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Haha, so consistent, so Denevere |
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This here is classical |
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I'm a genius! |
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Allow me... |
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(Verse 1:) |
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Scrilla rap spitter, silverback gorilla, mass killer |
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Heavy hoodie cow, hide, half chinchilla |
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Watch for scrilla's cuz they hastle the dealers, for reala |
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Y'all little niggaz, me I lex and grilla, I'm chilla |
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Pillows of purple had to seal up my circle |
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It's serious, when your seralbello senses alert you |
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Pollack church shoes parolee homie's home on curfew |
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Who's commercial, I verbalize universal |
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Uniqueness, I'm nonchalant nigga no secrets |
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What ambiance never show weakness, control leakege |
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Live niggaz know I speak it |
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Verbalize outta eye, cuz we cohesive |
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Flow's freakish |
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Dough is just honor the pieces to the puzzle |
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Like the streets always been to the struggle |
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(Chorus:) |
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I am the truth, truth |
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On a whole nother level |
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From the stone to the bezel |
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To the chrome on the metal |
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I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!) |
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I am the truth, truth |
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Every coast gotta know |
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I'm the most with the flow |
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No joke I'm a pro |
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I'm like the pope on the low |
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(Verse 2:) |
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Soul music so intense so live |
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It's, no excuses y'all been so deprived |
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This is so exclusive and I'm so obliged |
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Certified superhero with no disguise |
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Force the vibe for the niggaz got tossed aside |
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And the misfortuned that lost they lives |
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I survive, I weave from side to side |
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No when to slide, stay hush, use my eyes to guide |
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I'm straight up |
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Too tough try hide my pride |
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Grew up amongst sky high homocide |
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Who am I besides homie that exposed to phoneys |
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The one and only still intact without the matrimony |
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Still on track I cock back and, black like Toby |
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Y'all bastards know me, no wolfpack attack for doly |
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(Chorus:) |
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I am the truth, truth |
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On a whole nother level |
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From the stone to the bezel |
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To the chrome on the metal |
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I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!) |
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I am the truth, truth |
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Every coast gotta know |
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I'm the most with the flow |
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No joke I'm a pro |
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I'm like the pope on the low |
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(Hook:) |
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Certified murder ties |
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Been in beef, burglarise |
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Been a beast, purchased pies |
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Hell heat, perfect size |
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Felt defeat, felt the rise |
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Seldom sleep, dealt with lies |
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Been Tel-Aviv through certain rides |
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Smelt police, I works with high |
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(Verse 3:) |
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Hood legend, household name |
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Presence is felt, real niggaz vouch for my pain |
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Ahead of myself, what else is there about this game |
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The letters is spelt, so know when he drouch the same |
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Measure my wealth with realness, I know what's good |
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No mills missed, keep one foot in the hood |
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I still spit like a lot of niggaz wish they would |
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Can sell shit till I'm stiffed and shipped in wood |
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Misunderstood, mama's only son she's stressed to get it done |
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She knows I'm the last one left |
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(Chorus:) |
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I am the truth, truth |
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On a whole nother level |
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From the stone to the bezel |
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To the chrome on the metal |
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I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!) |
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I am the truth, truth |
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Every coast gotta know |
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I'm the most with the flow |
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No joke I'm a pro |
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I'm like the pope on the low |
