(Verse)
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From the block to the top
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Buddha baggies in the sock
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Only thing that changed now
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Is we ain’t runnin' out of stock
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Use to beg mom dukes for lunch money
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Honies used to run from me
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When pockets was dust bunnies
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Now what’s funny
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Is we didn't came up and conquered
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Even the future lookin' bonkers from Compton to Yonkers
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Though them gangstas grill
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I tell ‘em keep that drama away
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Don’t fuck with thieves
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I like Jay so who sponsorin’ the tape
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They launchin' out straights
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I’m tryin' not to get sprayed
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Whether it’s spitter or a quiter behind the trigger
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Approachin' his prey his eyes bigger
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Won’t stop to consider what’s right or wrong
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Because it’s hard liquor that’s inside his liver
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(Chorus)
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But that’s just daily routine
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The streets is couped fiends
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Whether the hoops or the booth
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Niggas shoot dreams
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Better choose the right scheme
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Cause you can think you cool wit yo nice things
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But get wiped cleaned for ice cream when the light speed
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(Chorus)
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But that’s just daily routine
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The streets is couped fiends
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Whether the hoops or the booth
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Niggas shoot dreams
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Better choose the right scheme
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Cause you can think you cool wit yo nice things
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But get wiped cleaned for ice cream when the light speed
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(Verse)
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Traded in my Nikes for a new mic
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I guess it’s safe to say
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He sold soles for his new life
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Like they were tryna blind us
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But we know the true designer
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They didn't wanna see us find the diviners
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So now we hit the vines
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Up day and night on the regular
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I know my momma prayin'
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Like she want me reach my aims in life
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But just stay in sight
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So I'm shootin' for my dreams
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Hit the booth and it boost my esteem
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The Pro Era crew recruitin'
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And them fiends by the boat load
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Nigga caught a wave and now he surfin' coastal
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They don't feel the name
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But they say that music dope though
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Fuck it that's how its supposed to go
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These bloggers too emotional
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They'll be postin' you
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Until labels start Interscopin' you
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By then it's Wale
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And I'll be chillin' where I lay
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Cause I rather see the top
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Than to be livin' where I lay
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And Ballaes in my cordelini they try to
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You through my beenie, wish you well
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Tryin' to poof a geenie
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(Chorus)
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But that’s just daily routine
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The streets is couped fiends
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Whether the hoops or the booth
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Niggas shoot dreams
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Better choose the right scheme
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Cause you can think you cool wit yo nice things
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But get wiped cleaned for ice cream when the light speed
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(Chorus)
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But that’s just daily routine
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The streets is couped fiends
|
Whether the hoops or the booth
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Niggas shoot dreams
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Better choose the right scheme
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Cause you can think you cool wit yo nice things
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But get wiped cleaned for ice cream when the light speed
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(Chorus)
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But that’s just daily routine
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The streets is couped fiends
|
Whether the hoops or the booth
|
Niggas shoot dreams
|
Better choose the right scheme
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Cause you can think you cool wit yo nice things
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But get wiped cleaned for ice cream when the light speed
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(Chorus)
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But that’s just daily routine
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The streets is couped fiends
|
Whether the hoops or the booth
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Niggas shoot dreams
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Better choose the right scheme
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Cause you can think you cool wit yo nice things
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But get wiped cleaned for ice cream when the light speed
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Daily Routine
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| Joey Badass |
