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What's goin on? |
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(You gonna find out) |
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Sooner or later |
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(You gonna find out) |
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Are you ready for this? |
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(You gonna find out) |
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Tell em'who it is |
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(Your gonna find out) |
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Put your hands up |
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Man up |
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Look up |
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Find out |
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Cut through the rope |
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Nope |
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Not stayin tied down |
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Gone for a minute |
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Yup |
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Back on the grind now |
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Thought I was finished |
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Nope |
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Not jerry seinfeld |
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Whos this? |
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Guess who |
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Back to stay |
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Get more use outta class than a plastic bag |
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Moms still lookin at me like act your age |
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'Cause friday and saturday I'm either trashed or blazed |
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I don't fascinate |
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I live it |
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That's it |
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I even bought a house |
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Off of writin' rap shit |
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But don't get it twisted |
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I ain't that rich |
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'Cause I'm payin' off the loan 'till I'm in a casket |
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Country boy |
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Move out to the city life |
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Back to the sticks |
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With the family and minibike |
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Yet nothin' change |
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Spit rhymes nicest |
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This games givin' me a mid life crisis |
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[Chorus] |
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This whole thing failed to amaze me |
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Since the 80's |
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This hip-hop thing basicly raised me |
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But lately everyones gun is off saftey |
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What happened to the culture |
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Breakers and the break beats |
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When I was 18 |
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Never cared to make green |
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I'd write rhymes |
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Turn this day job into a daydream |
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And now a day it's all changing |
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Guess I'm growin' up |
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'Cause I wonder what the f*ck are we raising |
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Used to be a culture |
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Now it's all a hustle |
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Used to flex skills |
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Now we flex biceps |
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I flip flows you aint tried yet |
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Make you expect the unexpected |
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Sit and get your mindset |
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Culture shark |
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I talk the talk |
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And I'm a dieing breed |
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Still trying to eat |
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I'm a mc first (always) |
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Buisness last |
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That's probaby why I made no real cash as class |
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(But I can live with that) |
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[Chorus] |
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Now I don't hate gangster rap |
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Someone fakin' jacks |
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Trying to glorify it |
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With hopes in makin' cash |
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Steal from a culture |
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And never pay it back |
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Hate repeatin' myself |
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But I gotta state the facts |
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Most kids know |
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That it's an entertainment purpose |
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10% Don't tho and wanna be that person |
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Wanna sell drugs |
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Hold guns |
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Pimp hoes |
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Buy blades |
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Waste money |
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Rob people |
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Get dough |
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I know things change |
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And I'm fine with it |
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But now where gettin judged |
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On the crimes we did |
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Or the dimes we hit |
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Or the lines we snitch |
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We used to get props for the rhymes we spit |
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What happened? |
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[Chorus] |
