Everybody swore that last year was mine, everything was lined up
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Thought that I would sign to MMG and join the line up
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Thought that I would go to Universal out with Nigel
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Hit me and then he acted all bitchy but never mind 'em
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I went to Violator, took a couple meetings
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Started fucking with Chris Lighty 'cause he could see it
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And we were working with 'em on this tape that we releasing
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Then he took his own life the day that we were supposed to meet up
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Rest in peace, rest in peace, I'mma get it
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For the simple fact that a legend'll believe
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I'mma get it 'cause me winning's the only way I'mma grieve
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And this year, all my people gonna eat
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And they gonna see that I'm the best in my era, the best in this era
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You dickriders really that impressed with this era?
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There hasn't been a classic album yet in this era
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Matter of fact, I don't have any respect for this era
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On my second passport with no deal, I'm so real
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I tell you hoes how a duffle bag of dough feel
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And this year, I want a hundred grand a show
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Yeah, I'm about to call up Mitch, I see him and I let him know
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That the show price rising, verse price rising
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Shining so much that I ain't gotta buy diamonds
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Brighty on my wrist and I ain't even fucking wind it
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So I check my phone if you ask me what the time is
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I been to Paris, been to London, been to Barcelona
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I lost some family to guns, some to carcinoma
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I lost some family to greed and ambition
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And I lost a lot of money paying for my ex tuition
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But the only thing she learned is I will not be burned
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Went from telling her 'I love you' to 'give the homie a turn', right?
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I'm not concerned with your lists or your ratings
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'Cause rappers gotta die 'fore you say that they the greatest
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So we be getting high, lying low
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What you consider living, we thinking is dying slow
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You be chasing women I ain't even tryna know
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Over vixens, over hoes, some bitches overexposed
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Now I'm sitting on a flight out, living in the night
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And the minute that I land, I'm hitting women in the Heights
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For the right amount of money, homie, any wrong is right
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And I ain't never ran away from a fight, hell no
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I'm from the murder capital of New York State
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Where they don't murder for capital, they murder for play, right?
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I ain't patient, I don't never stay and wait
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And my guilt and loyalty, they got an expiration date, yeah
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Young and Latin, bringing the back of the map in
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With a lot of my people up out of the evil
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They riding around in the Aston with the cash all in the back end
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With a bad chick with an accent and I been in the middle
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Of getting and never again am I never gonna have shit
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No shame, no regret and I've never been living in debt
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And I've never been given respect and I've never been willing to bend
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Or bid to pretend to getting ahead and get into bed with them
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In the hopes to getting the dough to give them my rent
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I turn my drug dealer friends into art dealers
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And I'm the king, kiss the ring, you could start kneeling
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And we be in the fucking city, cars squealing
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Off in the convertible Beamers that got the hard ceiling
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Yo, fuck a rubber, I'mma feel her when I bang her out
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I'm saving money, I'm investing in my back account
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I'm in Caracas in the winter, I be tanning now
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While all you bitches do is stand around
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And I ain't never going broke, I'm never going broke
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Once my lady get that Birkin, she ain't never going coach
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Fuck a yes man, all we ever say is no
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Ain't no stopping us when everything a go, yeah
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No Shame No Regrets
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Emilio Rojas |