[Helicopter Propellers]
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[Man's Voice]
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Well the first thing I want to say is:
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[Verse 1]
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They say real recognize real
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The dollar bill will exercise our ills...E
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Frauds is thoroughly camouflaged and fatigued in the field
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Be careful who you believe, the pills
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Is dealed like flaccid, proceeds go towards the buying of Caprice Classics
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With the wheels to match it, so they can mack it
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Like an automatic weapon steppin¡¯ off into traffic
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Like, check him, tears roll down the eyes
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Of the rides inside of a funeral procession
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Here lies, with X's in his eyes, the unguided misdirected
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Squad cars roll past and laugh
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[Hook Sample]
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Out There
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Out There
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There
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There
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There
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[Verse 2]
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They say the streets is a demon in a dress
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Wit dollar signs in her eyes and semen on her breath (UH!)
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Scantly clad, no panties, deep throating in an alley
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Aging badly in sunglasses she pretty
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Slain boyfriend names is tattooed on her titties
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Sprinkling greed ignorance and envy inside of a Philly
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Hennessey tears, ass'll bring ya enemy's here
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Flirt wit her flaws till you run up in her raw
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[Hook Sample]
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Out There
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Out There
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There
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There
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There
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[Verse 3]
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They say the game has the belly of a beast
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Blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth
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Wire taps for ears, Nike Airs for feet
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Blasphemy for prayers, a system for a heart
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Rap music for beats, heroin for a son and its married to the streets
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Crack pipes for lungs, and he never sleeps
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Just spies, wit dice in his eyes
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Loves life cuz he likes when it dies
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Wit a baking soda soul, he cough up pleasure
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Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sewed together
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He knows, he's clever, jail is his house
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All the liquor that¡¯s poured out, goes right in his mouth
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Rides around on a stray bullet;
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Wit prostitutes, pimps, dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull it
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A TV in his head, stripper slides down his legs
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And he¡¯s known to ride around wit feds, and he¡¯s OUT THERE
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[Hook Sample]
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Out There
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Out There
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There
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There
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There
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[Verse 4](Sample)
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But, righteousness is a father teaching his kids
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That what¡¯s better than wealth is the respect in itself (Out There)
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A pistol packing old lady standing up to the dope dealers
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On the block, making sure her presence is felt (Out There)
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A teacher teaching that ¡°thinking¡± is cool and
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Before u mention "not lettin¡¯ school turn em into fools" (Out There)
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Keeping god first, Lupe is here
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F-N-F Up, Homie I¡¯ll see u out there (Out There)...
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Real Recognize Real
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Lupe Fiasco |