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Disrespecting my mind, stay only boosting the crime rates
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Prime plate, turn this nigger into a winner,
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The venom my stomach became through rain gray skies
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We see it a little different through my merchandise
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Surprised niggers who admire the worst of a nigger
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With partners who got stitches and a first for the trigger
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Do it better, that¡¯s how we state it, so how you wanna go out?
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A shirt on you famous or motherfucking cremated.
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Little niggers ain¡¯t bugging, they try to cash out,
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Black colly like finish lining ready to be mashed out
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We¡¯re setting standards for niggers who holding handas
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Street paparazzi be flashing for five cameras.
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Quiet nigger big talk, you talk off the bitches
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While I¡¯m sitting in, meeting the mans and minding business
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They see it and they want it, but niggers can¡¯t get to it,
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Big Frank know the play when the evil be next to him.
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I look around and want more,
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Maintain a smile, but what for?
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Pick the shit, I got to stand through,
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Street views, take many and leave few,
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What¡¯s up?
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I look around and want more,
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Maintain a smile, but what for?
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Pick the shit, I got to stand through,
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Street views, take many and leave few.
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Eat in the corner store for my daily urbe
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Huggers ain¡¯t nothing but street workers,
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Few niggers and worry mothers.
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Gone, gripping the tickle cloth,
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Hope to got him prayers to get the ticket solved
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Wet tears be tripping off.
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Feeling lost, I¡¯m feeling nothing for years,
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You feel it¡¯s time for a change, but you¡¯re still in love with your fears.
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I know it¡¯s hard, you gotta ignore emotions,
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Not necessary yours, but the ones you¡¯re always provoking.
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Put it out in the open, let it out for the solving,
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Can¡¯t fade with all my label, I¡¯m living life on the clover.
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Since ain¡¯t nobody got it, I¡¯m making sure that I get it,
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I got a question, niggers surround me I know they¡¯re with it.
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Since niggers all critics, I¡¯m tucking back to the city
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Walking like heavy handed, the proof inside of the canvas.
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You gotta understand it ain¡¯t reason to be a dumb nigger,
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Bills come and go, I¡¯m just checking them at the thumb, nigger.
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(Hook)
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I look around and want more,
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Maintain a smile, but what for?
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Pick the shit, I got to stand through,
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Street views, take many and leave few,
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What¡¯s up?
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I look around and want more,
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Maintain a smile, but what for?
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Pick the shit, I got to stand through,
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Street views, take many and leave few.
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Experiences full teach you
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I can get a clip, fuck it, here goes a full feature.
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Let the tool reach it simply for the fuck of it,
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Still on that bullshit, never got enough of it.
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Still looking out for it, money got a budget
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But missed me with that get rich scheme,
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Good luck with it.
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Buddy, this is what it is, keep it in pure form,
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Meet city shit, nigger, pick it with sheer boom.
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Won¡¯t see me out if I don¡¯t play a role in it
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Cause when I take the lane is like these niggers is gold tenant
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I go against the grain whether there is a hole in it,
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But I¡¯m joining my pain, put my heart and my soul in it.
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I ain¡¯t caught in the wild, but know the love is sent for me,
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And I¡¯m out in the streets trying to get to that Kent Money.
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Nothing going on in this bitch but that rent money
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Nigger, no smiling, even a grin, ain¡¯t shit funny.
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Street Views
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