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[Intro]

(All these people wanna be up in our business
All these people wanna burn down all our buildings
All these people wanna poison all our children
All these people wanna poison all our children)

What are you doing?
That will be my uh sample
Oh, okay, for sure
Uh which one?
Uh, vocal 3
Oh, okay, for sure
Got it, okay, go

(Home is where your heart is
And if you ain't where you’re heart is, you ain't where your art is
All the smartest paths is hardest
So stay true to yourself
All these haters is retarded)
Nigga rep what you know
Concrete in the heat these streets yo hood
Nigga reap what you sow
Tall trees where the Bs and the Cs know good
We writing and fighting and smiting our foes
We righteous enlighten and heighten our souls
Might be so close that it happens tomorrow
So tighten your laces and go-go
Don’t wanna be another sucker that fail
Or be another mother fucker that bail
So imma do it my way, my way, on the highway
Drive sideways, cuz I’m lightweight high hit the byway
My name give em migraines, eyestrain, make em irate
Eyes dilate better hydrate
You hate it’s a little late to be this fake
I’m great you’re a fucking snake I just meditate
Imma put a hater in the ground
There’s an alligator in the town and he’s eating your live stock
Young nigga smoking that loud
Taking time to weigh her it a pound if i grow it it’s my pot
Nigga get off my lawn
Holding a cannon it’s sawn n i'm blowing yo mind and I’m
Kinging to all you pawns
Pumping out bangers and poems and photos and songs
Rotoscope bitches snorting dope she need more to cope
I just give it to her
I just sorta hope I can spit it newer
Cuz I’m underground trapping in the sewer
Shoot a hundred rounds to the thunderclouds
Dream of summer crowds and the days of quiet
I just lay it down with my blood and tears
And then put it out and then I pray they buy it
I’m gone

Not for long for the god cuz time is money
Crime is funny
Rhyme like a dime a dozey
No fuzz no bloods just fam and cuzzy’s I’m
(pause)
Living solitary mostly to be honest
All that mary show me tho is chronic
All that mary show me mo is chronic
Taking hate from people who can’t relate day to day
Wake and bake the reefer and breathe my pain away
And remember that my mother love me more than any of these other mother fuckers
But she all alone staring and a phone. So I take another bowl to the dome
So I can feel home