(Verse 1)
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Everything I do
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Premeditated, educated
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Young black man
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Who don't make a move not calculated
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Patience for the girl I dated
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Never liked it, but she understand
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The life's still in the hoes
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That come up, witness that
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How real is that
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Y'all niggas act like y'all never got pussy
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I hope all fake motherfuckers overlook me
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Soon, all show promoters gonna have to book me
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Get my niggas out the city
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Give them out of state pussy
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My momma told me, boy, live your dream
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My older cousins told me
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Boy, go and get your cream
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So that's what I'mma do
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Cop the loot, that's well plotted on
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Chillin' in the booth
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This is true
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What you wanna do is
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What IĄŻll ask
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When I get that ass
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Of that chick I always wanted
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Back then, she always fronted
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See, honeys come, honeys go
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Cheddar make her wetter
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Since I'm gettin' both
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I can name nothin' better
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Motherfucker
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(Hook)
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You know I keep those
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Silk sheets for my honeys too
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Sheets, silk sheets for my honeys too
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Sheets
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You know I keep those
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You know I keep those
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Silk sheets for my honeys too
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Sheets, silk sheets for my honeys too
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Sheets
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(Verse 2)
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Every since a youngin', I've been pushin' pens
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Lookin' inside my mind
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Thinkin' of emotion to place in a rhyme
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Replacin' dimes, arguments, had no time
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Told my ex I had the Koran
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And dreams longer than a part time job
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Fuck that, I rap, push tracks
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Everything I put in
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You know, make it back
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What's that, flippin' dreams
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Yessir, nah mean
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Won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas eat
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I swear, I see it all comin'
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Chillin' in the valley
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From the mountain top, I'm runnin'
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I remember playin' my first songs in the studio
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And all the fake niggas gave daps and kept they heads low
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But now everything is changed
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They seein' my potential and ability for fame
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I wrote my dreams down
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Next day, got it framed
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So one day, I can say
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Look how far we came
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(Hook)
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You know I keep those
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Silk sheets for my honeys too
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Sheets, silk sheets for my honeys too
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Sheets
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You know I keep those
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You know I keep those
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Silk sheets for my honeys too
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Sheets, silk sheets for my honeys too
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Sheets
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(Verse 3)
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And silk sheets for my honeys
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A metaphor for quality I keep, and it's funny
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I was raised to be parallel to the dummies
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A deep thinker, with deeper pockets for the money
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They say, fake it 'til you make it
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I'm livin' 'til I hear there's a limit but I feel this
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Hopin' that the souls of the insecure hear this
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Fuck the noise, boy, you can make it if you willin'
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Fuck dealin', hoes and vices
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And ominous prices for all you likin'
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That's enough shit to make a good brother flip
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But brother, grab a grip of those impulses
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Control your mind, then your destiny
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Hoes will get you sidetracked
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Then clap from close feet
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And that's word to Jigga
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Move with that embedded in your mind, my nigga
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(Hook)
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You know I keep those
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Silk sheets for my honeys too
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Sheets, silk sheets for my honeys too
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Sheets
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You know I keep those
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You know I keep those
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Silk sheets for my honeys too
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Sheets, silk sheets for my honeys too
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Sheets
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Silk
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| Bryant Dope |
