[Verse 1]
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Finally from every dimension with few restrictions
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From up north to the youth detentions, I lay it down
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Clear enough for who choose to listen, we all thorough
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Infected by cruel intentions, but who the wise
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The lies got two disguises, the surprise
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Is to know when to utilize it, stay alert
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The street talkers say the worst
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So overall you gotta watch where you play in the dirt, it's just the rules
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A killer could be just as cool, it's no image
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Camouflaged right next to the fools, so who's who
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It's the game that chooses you
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A lot of shit is more easier to say than do, show and prove
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Maintainers never blow they cool
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Understand, every man should really know these jewels, I'm feeling live
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Slim with a gorilla vibe
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Away from haters 'cause I know what they feel inside, but never worry
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[Chorus]
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Blowing cess in the dark (What your day about?)
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Playing chess in the park (What your day about?)
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Taking trips every week (What your day about?)
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Spending chips on them freaks (What your day about?)
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Getting money all night (What your day about?)
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Betting houses on the dice (What your day about?)
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Got your vest and your heat (What your day about?)
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Get respect in the street (What your day about?)
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[Verse 2]
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Young in the mind with a old spirit
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Hot blood with a heart that's so frigid, melodic music
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Expressed through slow lyrics
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I only spit it for the niggas that hold digits, and don't front
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I know about the coke blunts and Remy nights
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Got a cousin up in Elmira sending me kites
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I'm felt, the ice in my ears don't melt
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I could drink a whole bottle for delf and won't belch
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Believe it's the same me ducking the D's
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Eighty-six with the do-rag, cuff in the Lee's
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Appraise this, biological' I'm ageless
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Psychologically, I show amazement
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Salute, been blessed with the [...?] of a coupe
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Hoping the real just respect what I'm trying to produce
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Quiet Money is the empire, bigger than rapping
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Fuck niggas 'cause I been fired, that's what's that
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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From the streets to the track board
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Bubble up, from the crack to the rap laws, visualize
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We all uncivilized, the trained behavior
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As kids taught to memorize, copy and mimic
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I travel through the blocks that's dimmest
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Fly nigga, use my teeth to pop the top off a Guinness, never hate
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With the hunger of a heavyweight
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I stay balanced in the mind when I meditate, and blow trees
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Every verse is like a o-z
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I know niggas in the 'hood like they know me, so no beefing
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It's nothing that could stop me from eating, too in tune
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Taught to heal through the doctrines and teaching, redeemed
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For women I'm the man of their dreams, stand alone
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When I zone nothing coming between, let's get money
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The trick is to flip money, double up
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Dirty or legit money, it's all the same
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[Chorus 2X]
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What Cha Day About
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