It's for the taken, history in the making
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Break records, imminent aching, never limit your faith
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Less is best, gotta limit your space
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Never rush, you gotta pace if you wanna win at the race
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Right back to the gravel I go travel and blow
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It's like a rush when you used to having it all
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Got me jonesy back to back, 5 in the morning
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Losing sleep just to outwork my opponents
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Back's on it, when I twist I'm ready to own it
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Too much goose, cut it loose, you ready to throw it
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Carson, OG, he through the tent
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Marshal Linz kinda breaking through the defense
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Past season, of course he thought he had it
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Richard Sermon take victory from crab tree
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Broke now, had dough the other day
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Just like the streets, it can go the other way any day
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Any seconds, respect the spitters, not many left
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Every time I rhyme it lifts out of my chest
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Even if it's windy I never run out of breath
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Never run out of pain, never run out of balls
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Keep watching my pray or go run out yours
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Never run out and tell, we can't afford to charge
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Everything on a scale, we can't afford the loss
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Whole team lame, everybody a fraud
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Leave it up to the gram now, everybody a boss
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Sacrifice for rap 'fore anybody could see it
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Hear the streets a whore now, anybody could hit it
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Had to spit it how I live it, body and everything
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Bar for bar, pound for pound, Mayweather in every rain
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Chris like Tyson and power like Linix
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Trap 'em like Mohamed they sugar just like Leonard
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They feeling a bunch of pussy hoes
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Young rad to use a rookie, fools
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Just a team up out of north Philly
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Hips could in every hood he chose
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He got so much to offer now the talent's there
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On the flip side, the violence there
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Just a second of fame, though
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One heck of a balance there, thought they break him but only made them
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He's alive, nigga
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Love Hate Thing
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