Тональность: E major
Verse 1
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Yo,
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we got fresh niggas a -sellin',
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street niggas a -tellin'
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F#m
Niggas named
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Henry dressin' like the
Kellys
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And kids don't listen to
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third graders rebellin'
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We got cops killin' the blacks,
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blacks killin' the blacks
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Niggas with jail time that's
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Even the females, wow,
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they don't know how to act
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Niggas scared to get scorched,
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they ain't passin' the torch
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Claiming the new niggas don't
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really walk the walk
Really talk the talk,
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really that's the thought
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Thought
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But, but, but, but, wait it gets worse
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The motherfucking stakes is high,
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gas break is high
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People get taxed and
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told on every dime
It's white collar, blue collar,
white be the crime
Crime
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But, but, but, but, wait it gets worse
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I'm thinking it ain't get better the
more that I'm getting cheddar
The more that the
Gwak came,
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the more they wouldn't let up
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Back in the days, niggas would go,
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head up or shut up
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Now in the days they go,
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come back, you get wet up
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A lot of cat clappin' to cov
er the rap rappin'
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The sound skins is down,
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wonder how that happened
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Nigga, my flow is oh so hard to imagine
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It sound like spiked backs and
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monster trucks thrashin'
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When rap came in the game,
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it's time for some action
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Now that I splashed and I'm tak
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in' it back to the future
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Nostalgia new as a karma sutra
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Respect it for nigga,
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tell me my album didn't suit ya
But once you get
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Valorile on your computer
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I'm front door tall for sure, I bring it to ya
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One of a kind that hides
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the sun in the sky
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Nigga, ask about
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Thor, tell him son on his grind
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Used to go to different labels,
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I was tryna get signed
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Now they leave me voice messages,
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I'm takin' my time
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They call her back, I tell them you
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Hulu and holla black
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If you tryin' to enslave me,
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no need to holla back
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I'm a renegade soldier,
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reppin' rap I told ya
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Pro black, I don't put
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cream in my fo' yo
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But love puttin' cream in
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Before the curtain go up,
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please coat my dough up
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better get home nigga, you dumb
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Your man is real ill, but I'm better than son
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Do a lot of shows and
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smash it every one
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Thor fail if it's never been done?
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That's a good imagination,
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imagine niggas is hatin'
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Focus your energy off me,
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you could be takin'
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The magazine spread,
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had them all seein' red
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XXL, the next to be the feds, if you try me
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Charles
Bitter, homie?
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If ain't nobody ever
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recover the body
I used to date a broad that looked like
Buffy the body
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Ass -wise, but her face was similar to
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A nigga couldn't be in his right mind,
that's why I mean
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Unless he's trying to
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be on the I .B .I .B.
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Spectacular spittin',
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vernacular hatin' with accurate wisdom
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Not to mention that rabble precision,
matchin' the vision
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My words bring what's
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Ask if it isn't master realism,
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pass me the ism
Smashin' the system
B -b -b -b -b -wait it gets worse
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