[Intro:]
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CyHi, Stone Mountain stand up
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Y'all might know me as Cydel though
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Woodridge
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[Verse 1:]
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I'm a take you back to Cydel in elementary
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Stayed in detention I knew I would fail eventually
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My childhood really fucked with me mentally
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I remember telling Ashley I was a Prynce to be
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Essentially, no one knew that potentially
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I could change the world, onl' need myself and the man that invented me
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My parents stayed in the bible, they used to vent to me
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You can do all things through Christ, the strength is me
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Since preschool, I always had the cheap shoes
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Remember playing pencil pop, my partners used to chief glue
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Huh, and I never made the honor roll
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Reports cards full of F's, scared to let my momma know
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Let me take you back in time
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My last name was Young so I stayed in the back of the line
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But I been a leader since niggas was wearin' Filas
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Nautica trunks, Polo and shell-toe Adidas
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[Hook:]
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La-la-la La-laaaa La-la
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La-la-la La-laaaa La-la
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La-la-la La-laaaa La-la
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La-la-la La-laaaa La-la
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Yeah, CyHi
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[Verse 2:]
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My teachers never took me on the field trip
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I'm still salty 'bout that shit
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Pickle Dill chips
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I wasn't present cause I had a real gift
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And if I did the school play, you know I was Will Smith
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Pro-Keds with the teal tip
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And the prom queen, cause I know she will skip
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I was a young teen raised by a real crip
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And a Chi-town OG back in '03
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Sold 4 quarters, double-doubled off a oz
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Hit the shot at the buzzer, sent the game to OT
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Most players buy a chain for a trophy
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And wonder why they can't stay out the frames of the police
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You niggas so bleak
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I did so much dirt growing up I need my soul bleached
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Sometimes I wish that I could, go back to summer camp
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And to us Birthday Bash's bigger than Summer Jam
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And the first time I went to Freaknik
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I was on the back of a truck in my football pads
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And my cleats biitch
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Rollin' up a blunt of Reggie bumpin' 3-6
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Take You Back
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CyHi Da Prynce |