[Verse 1]
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From Virginia, never rated
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Before us, no one ever made it
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Dope boy lane, a nigga paved it
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When every nigga was afraid to say it
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Sold a mill, spent a mill
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We was grindin', Lord's will
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Never thought of hiatus
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Only chains, hi haters
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All these bitches, high maintenance
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But I love it though, I cater
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Deal fell, Tony saved us
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After blowing up, Al Qaeda
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Feds rushed like Raiders
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Took our coach down, Al Davis
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Regroup, tears faded
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Casket Drop a year later
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Three albums, three majors
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Only critics to our favor
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Crew members turned traitors
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Put the spin on it, tornados
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Our father, thy neighbor
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Couldn't tell me that God hate us
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I was lost, I was jaded
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Malice found his way to our savior
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Now author, he offers
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Where the view it before I see coffins
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Where the view it fall before we see vultures
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Different way to view it, for the culture
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Ross called ‘em, Ye and all them
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In Hawaii, Jay and all them
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I was honored to be called in
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Ran away with the So Appalled them
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New catalog gonna hurt you
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Go on it, it's dark like it's curfew
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Goin' in the vault, it will earth you
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I'm back in with P, it's full circle
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Revolution
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Pusha T |