Kunci: Gb major•
Verse 1
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I'm a 80's baby
"Mercedes" made me
Crack money and "Moet"
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Strapped hungry with' no vest
they named me "AZ"
Amongst the militant,
too insane to raise me
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Was "Swayze"
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Some old school pimps embraced me
And built real between daffodils
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and daisies amazed me
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The cars changed, switched at tire
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partied like "Richard Pryor"
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? Frames, no lens to protect
my pupils
Thou' their hearts changed,
love amongst my men was neutral
Beau'ful
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We puffed, there was dough to spread
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With' enough bread to [? ]
I fled
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Instead I had a mouth to feed
19 my queen claimed
she handled my seed
Do the right thing is wise,
that's what "Spike Lee" said
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So disguised as a mic fiend,
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my ties was dead
[Chorus:]
The game don't stop
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'Til
the player gets knocked
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G#m
Or the shit flip- flop
And you sittin' on top
My kid here, career in the bloom
I don't live there no more,
I done moved to the moon
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Whips is like spaceships
that zoom on fumes
Flooded bracelets they lit like
an eclipse in june
No cartoon
I symbolize the coldest itself
Once told he who hold
don't expose his weatlh
But what else
When one life's faced with' crisis
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And you see hate replace
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the holy faith of the right eous
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Handcuffed and jailed myself
Jammed up and bailed myself
With' no help
Made my own V.I.s and mailed myself
It's all B.I. I had to tell myself
I'm on lock
The game don't stop
'Til the player gets knocked
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Or the shit flip- flop
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And you sittin' on top
Flashin' my wrist watch
Like go get cops
G#m
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Bitch I'm legit got rich off Hip Hop
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G#m
[Verse 3:]
I'm one man but so many
monsters in me
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With' one gram had plans on
conquering cities
So on one hand could've signed
and launched with' "Diddy"
But I ran with my other man,
the response was pretty
A few grams,
a few nigga's fiances with' me
New sedans, was feelin' like
"Fonzworth Bentley"
Who the man? My homies
at the concerts with' me
G#m
I was back on my deen
Then the jacket with' the jeans
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Then the hatin' and
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slackin' with' the team
Now I know what it means
Things ain't always what it seems
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It's the ones that smoke
Rap with' cha
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But really want your black
Bet the God won't slip
I'm indie with' the semi on the "Remy"
loaded talents in the clips
Rubber grip
Got the silence on the tip
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So call it what you want I'm on my
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New York
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shit!
Outro 1
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