Darkside
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Coker the dawn yeah
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Back in magazine, just in case I got a clap a boy who f*cking up my vibe
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Ever since I'm 17 had and jump in Jax happen in and out of ride
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Nobody that keep sweat, nobody like sweet Jax
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S*ck em misses softy with the wall, with the wall, with the Brooklyn J steps
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When you think this sky came from, nigga we've been marve since day 1
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When the cops rush, niggas had to run, stash the crack in the pay phone nigga
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Damn, it's the ..that, triple gold diamond desident
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Heavy is the head the wizard crowd in the top screaming fly delicate
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In the roof top, flip Bengions, niggas losin' their religion
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Gold lies I .. Coca-Cola, sweat as pitchin' what we stitchin'?
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What you know about pain?
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I know about pain nigga
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Against all lie, true color here callin' in the air of the night
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That's the sound of crack fins and tat teams
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S*ckin there 'bout the pipe,
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Down the block from where begin
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Took this last breath, thirty mattress uhh
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I feel like I go palm, how they get em dirty for them f*cking taxes
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Worse the beast kay on that shout like I swing it
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In the elevator going up with big meast taking ..
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Made and paid off like Robin Hood on the wall streets
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Working for the basket .. brush you painted with
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Pain
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| Fat Joe |
