Verse
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[Lil Dap]
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Son started in Brooklyn and you all know that
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I call you son for a reason
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that means nothing can come between us
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When we walk these streets
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lyrics do get deep
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because were born to die
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shed tears and cry
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mom dukes passed away when you was locked up son
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they had you, suspended in time
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so I kick rhymes
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niggas livin off your fears and ideas to get paid
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brothas makin the bounce and protect your wealth
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and this punk style niggas screamin out for help
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yo theres nothin in this world better than life itself
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[Melachi]
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Young fools break rules, mic tools got me open
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Im smokin, leavin all the punk rappers broken
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no jokin, hopein for the best
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east to west, Im like a killer puttin rappers to they rest
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cuz theres no tricks, when I let off clips
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I leave bodies in ditches, play bitch niggas like bithces
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Nutcracker doin hits by the dozen
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when I make moves, I ride the train wit my cousin
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nowhere near simple
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my mental, flex more complex than mozarts instrumental
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from my temple, times a bad sign
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and if your doin that
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your suspended in time
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Chorus <repeat *4>
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Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk
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The crew bringin the ruckus no doubt
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[Lil Dap]
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Yo son, I think about my soul
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cuz your shell is just a frame
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only used for money, hustlin and playin the game
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I want my chance to live long
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what like Marvin Gaye, I may be dead and gone
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but my word will be born
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this is for my niggas and chicks
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who live in the ghetto
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we walk the..streets of gold, diamond pearls and girls
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and theres nothin better than this course were in the new world
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seein people everywhere that I thought I saw before
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check it out party people as we reign supreme
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yo the Group Home manifest got mad love for the team
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[Melachi]
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I know that it's tough comin up in the streets
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you will be strong because you cant be beat
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you gotta put your mind on achieve mode
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go for your goals boom boom explode
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everybodys in the way but they can't hold you back
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that's how it is and we do it like that
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yeah..so shwoin whatchu got
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no time for fakin moves, the time is wastin on the clock
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you know how I rock, I rock non stop
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hop on stage, you jump on my jock
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here's a dope rhyme one time for yo mind
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if you deaf dumb and blind your suspended in time
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Suspended in Time
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| The Group Home |
