[Intro: Royce]
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Bein enlightened, is no longer enough
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You must apply
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Bein willin is no longer acceptable
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You must do, make it count
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[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
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Na-na-now, now
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I, I, I gotta shake this
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Na-na-now, na-na-now, now
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I gotta, I gotta
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I gotta shake this jail shit off me
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He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail shit off me
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I, I, I gotta shake this weak shit off me
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Keep shit off me, leave it in the streets like bitch GET OFF ME!
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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1977, July 5th
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Conceived immaculately was me, my mom's gift
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Unwrapped right there in the room like Christmas
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My mind has been designed to do light distance
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Run whole laps around y'all with my thoughts
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You ain't hold back on yours, naw that's my fault
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Now picture me fallin, all the way to the bottom
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and I'm layin and callin, somebody come help me
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find my strength to stop drinkin this poison
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'fore I drown my gift, and yeah it's probably unhealthy
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Cause I went so hard and woke up sober
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I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers
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Loco, goin hard as a locomotive
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Self-loathin like I ain't chosen
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Chose to bless souls, get exposed
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Just know that I ain't foldin, huh
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I gotta shake this
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[Chorus]
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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September 18th, 2-oh-oh-6
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I roll up in the court thinkin "This should go quick"
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On some couple thousand dollar suit type shit
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From behind thousand dollar Cartier scripts
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I witness my world tumble down like bricks
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Two words she slurred, and it sounded like this (this)
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One year (one year) travel through the room like moonlight
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through the darkness, ooh it's heartless
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How could, I beat two felonies then
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turn around and lose like (lose like) like this!
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My lawyer sayin stay calm, people sayin pray for him
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They lockin my black ass up, like Akon
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My wife at the crib goin crazy
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Pregnant, yellin "I ain't havin no more babies!"
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People sayin Preem ain't fuckin with me no mo'
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Niggaz in the pen' lookin homo, NO!
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I gotta shake this
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[Chorus]
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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(Yes!) Fresh outta jail feelin like Christopher Walken
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The king of my city, swingin my dick as I'm walkin
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Up to the 7-50, I open the door
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My cuz and like several bitches make up the decor
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I look in, he got a company porns
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I tell him "Nah I'm good, I woulda chubbed her before"
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I'm a new man but I could fuck with a whore
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Nigga my dick's so hard it's probably touchin the floor
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Ridin round in the back of a black luxury toy
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Gettin sucked, like niggaz cannot FUCK with me boy!
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When I look in the mirror, all I see is the real
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You niggaz shouldn't be here, R.I.P. if you will
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I'm the moment of truth (truth)
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I'm the only significant thing roamin the scene soon as I go in the booth
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I'ma do it this time, I'm feelin really defined
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Unsigned to signed, nigga the city is mines
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Royce]
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Bitch get off me!
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Yeah, get off me!
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Bitch get off me!
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Now do that make me a liar?
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GET OFF ME!
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GET OFF ME!
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GET OFF ME!
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Shake This
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Royce Da 5'9'' |