Tell a¢æ?em OK!
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Tell a¢æ?em I got plenty hustle to sell a¢æ?em
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Heat by the fleet, displaying it very seldom
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Lead the right to ignite mya¢æ|
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Close to the pin like I a¢æ| three felons
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Come forma city where niggers show no remorse
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And the corpse is just another homie taking this course.
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Of course my dream was to play in the final four
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Til the twelve grade came and I was only five four
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So Now Ia¢æ¢âm a graduate, looking to get higher
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My pops knew a security job and he inquired
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My ignorance is bliss, that was what I was told
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I stop, drop the role when somebody else fired.
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Now there goes another black boy unemployed with a lot of free time
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Which means hea¢æ¢âs hungry a¢æ| of free crime
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I loved it in my rhymes, and when I hit the porch, this is what I realize!
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Ha, when I kick it, I kick it, as if the beat was my enemy
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You had thought it was .. on point like a a¢æ|
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I deliberately give a¢æ?em deada¢æ|. that do what they do?
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Paint a picture like doodling
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Dona¢æ¢ât youa¢æ| shit, but do, do
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And the city wherea¢æ| get pointeda¢æ|
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You hide, you can get if you want to
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Or do karate moves
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But the ..tiger just might be getting broken down by a writer
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Yeah the passenger knocked out, but you got shot by the driver!
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Therea¢æ¢âs a killer like everywhere, so why would you take it there?
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Neighborhood terrorism, got the terrible, ita¢æ¢âs people scared!
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Thata¢æ¢âs why my intelligence tell me to a¢æ|
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.. I tell you fuck you back with my index finger!
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..up thea¢æ|
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Coming straight from the CPT
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You see me on this iPhone a¢æ|.
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I love competition, ita¢æ¢âs just my intuition
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You looking at the .. the collectora¢æ|
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Nobody can fuck with me on mya¢æ|
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Blacka¢æ|. We stay in your building
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We stay spreading the mess, the women and children
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Every gym it can hitch me
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Shots for the mother fucking crooked shots upon us
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Everybody know and everybody want us
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Coming a¢æ| direction ..and take a¢æ|
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What more can I fucking say?
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I just warming up, and this is a free style
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As a matter of fact, call me the golden child!
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Sway In The Morning
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| Kendrick Lamar |
