[Intro]
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Since a shorty I was 40 and my 40's is like 80's
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So by the time I die, I'm gon' be a baby
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Since a shorty I been 40 and my 40's is like 80's
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So by the time I die, I'm gon' be a baby
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[Hook]
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And so my youth sound just like lightning coming down
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See my youth sound just like lightning coming down
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And my youth sound just like lightning coming down
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And my youth sound just like lightning coming down
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[Verse 1]
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From my view here, my hue veers
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To a blue smeer on a white wall, what you might call a blue period
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I'm two-tiered, but no tats, and I don't know what you call that
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Goes on and on like two mirrors
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And if you see us in your red crop then your heart knows
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And your head copies
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My two tears, ain't no dead bodies
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They my entendres and I'm hungry
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So my piece of the pie better be as big as Mahatma Gandhi's
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Even my filler kills, my 13th just might be a zombie
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So thrilling at bringing all that filling back
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So if you died lately, put your trust in the cry baby
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Free man on dry days, but that light I shed so hydrate
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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In my hot rod with my Vans on and my hand bone
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And my hair long and my circle tight and my square strong
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I'm in great shape with no shake-weights
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Or no weight shakes and tell your mama this cake's great
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Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake
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And not Rihanna, my cake's paper, I rage in Harlem
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I'm paper bait
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And I take it back, cashes, ashes, holographic
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Before I leave like Cassius Clay
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And that big ole car, that bass shake that little bar
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So my bass tape in that [?]
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Where the cake go? I blew all that for this great flow
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Wish a nigga would step on this pearl gold that I paid for
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Red lights, obey my headlights
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That head red like peg, or Santa's sled lights
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That mean I heard 'fore she said what she said outta head
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It's like I got a head mic
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Like a Fed might, but I ain't fed like
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Been a hands on homie, my head right
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Dreadlocks, but no Red Stripe and that both ours like red bike
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And the Feds know what I roll like
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And a dead man, with some low-lifes
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Me stopped, then your lights
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I got no lights 'til the stop-sign
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I got no rights like Nascar
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Or a black man in the deep south
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Doin' Jim Crow with the police
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That's 99 problems with a ho twice
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From no life to Frankenstein, got it stitched up I'm so nice
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[Hook]
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Light Blue
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Lupe Fiasco |