This is what you ride to,
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Sit back and just vibe to.
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What you rock ya best fitted
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And Jordan 5's to.
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This ain't what you used to,
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Or what you call a truce to.
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See this is what you sit back and
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Just tell the truth to.
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So truth be told.
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I'm from this team named BOW
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You prolly heard about.
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You most likely said
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Some hateful words about.
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And that's cool,
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But we bout to make it gruesome.
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Cuz these legends keep on dying,
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I think we gon be the new ones.
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So yeah,
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You bout to hate us.
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I swear you bout to hate us,
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Cuz every girl you checking for
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Is always tryna date us.
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And no, we're not the New Boyz,
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Please do not mistake us.
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And nah, that ain't a dis,
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But I mean listen,
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They just ain't us.
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This one for my phone,
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That I constantly be on.
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Telling my girl that don't
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Believe me until she see me on TV,
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Or hear these songs.
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And yes, she was wrong,
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Cuz this is what I love to do.
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Look at me girl,
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We ON!!
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I swear I told you.
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I told you, I told you.
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And if you ever hated boy,
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I promise I don't know you.
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And if I ever knew you,
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That would never mean I owe you.
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I told you we the niggas,
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And I promise Imma show you.
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I'm not a rookie,
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Not interested in freshment.
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I'm doing what I want,
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Got 'em second guessing they dressing.
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And Cash try and talk to me,
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Try and give me some gestures.
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But I know I got a gift,
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And it's time I show you my presence.
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So this
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This is for all them bomb Whoas
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That be at all them Kendrick and
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Them dime shows.
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That's prolly here now,
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Rocking wit me.
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Never liked me.
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Now they love me,
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And they think my smile pretty.
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I promise to god,
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It's all a facade
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To you popping.
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Boyfriends hate you
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Cuz they know
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They girl watching.
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But in this club a million times
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When everybody was.
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But nobody cares,
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Until everybody does.
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So now that you you do,
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I pray you listen forever.
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You arrived a Lil late,
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But better late than never
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Listen,
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Love it.
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You feel it?
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You see it?
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That's why I never say I'm really real,
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I just be it.
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I appreciate y'all coming to make history tonight
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And the next nigga you about
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To hear up on this mic
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Is the only other nigga
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That can give it this nice
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I know him as Larry Jackson
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But y'all can call him Price
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One time look
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Real rap
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I'm giving y'all real raps
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I made it out the hood and
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Still a nigga feel trapped
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All I hear is lies,
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Show me where the real at
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I just tell the truth
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And all the real niggas feel that
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Man
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I can feel the pressure moving in
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Now I'm at the top and they like
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"Price, what you doing here??"
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Don't be stressed, Baby,
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Don't be losing hair.
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Just live your life,
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Cuz it's too many nigga's losing theirs..
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And since when did
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a hustler ever sleep in??
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And since when did
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Snitching become a street trend??
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And since when did
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Doing a dance make you
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Ineligible to rap?
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Man I'm killing it,
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Till the beat ends.
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Better yet,
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Imma give y'all dudes a beat.
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Seeking until I'm sleeping
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Y'all sleeping,
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But I ain't weeping.
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I'm creeping,
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To the top I'm reaching.
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Y'all speaking,
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But y'all ain't decent.
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Y'all better run to y'all deacon,
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Once them blood suckers leeching!
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Imma tell 'em 'fall back'
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Ain't no love for ya
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Oh, you a fan of us, Baby?
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I got a hug for ya.
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And to my brothers
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Watching Crips
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Shed blood for ya
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If I got it, it's yours,
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I give my last dove for ya.
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I.E. yeah we looking the best.
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This world is just a class,
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You being put to the test.
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In these streets,
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I got stripes and I ain't hugging a ref
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And to my brother double I
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Boy, I love you to death.
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For real.
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I'm having a moment,
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A nigga is on it.
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And yes,
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I shatter opponents,
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As soon as I go in.
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I'm blessed.
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And you ain't touching my team
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Homie, so why try??
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B.O. Dubb,
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We out here head first,
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Skydive.
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Raise your glass, man
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I'm giving a toast.
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You always got that one Ex
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That you're missing the most.
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But I ain't tripping,
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I'm chasing that Mike Jackson
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'Beat It' dough.
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With that I.E. Toe
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Bend see the flo
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Shout out to my son
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I teach him
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Never to comp the haters
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I got my family counting on me
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like a calculator |