We smoking and drinkin
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Me and Statik, couple of friends of ours
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Scotty B, oh Easy Mo and Termanology
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The seminarĄ¯s gotta be hip-hop
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I read it in the stars like astronomy ziplocks
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But IĄ¯m on parole, I canĄ¯t piss hot
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Cuz thatĄ¯ll get the kid locked
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We talkin bout these rappers that sold the niggas who shit flop
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My shit hot but I never really got a chance to shine
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Turn back the hands of time, you can see my plan to grind
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I speak to people who struggle, those are the fans are mine
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I tell em life is a movie that niggas canĄ¯t rewind
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They love the fact that I spit with such a ferociousness
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Static was the best one recordin all of my vocal shit
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You know the script, was freezing when they was cold as shit
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When the time stayed with a runny nose cuz my coke was my ripped
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And niggas know that still, shit I was pourin down
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ThatĄ¯s I rap and search vision, cuz I got more to tell
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Could it been a offer? I pull a surprise winner
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Instead I hit the block, I was starving to find dinner
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Young niggas love the light cuz in dark you gon find sinners
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On a bed just run in the park like IĄ¯m Scott Brinner
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Cuz IĄ¯m in a state of mind of a crime committer
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You shine and glitter, talkin greezy behind yo Twitter
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IĄ¯m on the front longe of a war that you canĄ¯t imagine
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Serious shit, no jokes, far from a nigga laughin
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We sit back and reminisce
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When the game wasnĄ¯t about silly percentages
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I think we should take it back to the genesis
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I know all my real niggas remember this
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1996
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Back up in this niggas
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1996
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1996
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| Ransom & Statik Selektah |
