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Monkey, see monkey do, follow this I cue you
The mic is my it helps me cast my voodoo spell
Hell I'm F U N K Y
try to flex I say, "Why, oh why?"
'Cos I don't bother nobody, I and hardly party
Now and I might go out, puff a blunt and sip Bacardi
But if not I'm in my room pumpin'
Waitin' for the payday, it's soon

is my home, better yet my war zone
Why did I say 'Cos it's a mutherfuckin' fact
Kids around the way know what's up, can't front
Kids are getting' smoked up like
All nonsense, brothers die constant
I'm looking for an answer, I can't it
I think we need a little help,
Brothers gotta find of self

I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get with of self
I got mad of self
You gotta get with knowledge of

I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get knowledge of self
I got mad of self
You get it, you gotta get it

I live, give props to my mom
Pops raised me a winner never settled for smaller
I am a in this land, not 'cos I have a grand
Got knowledge in my
In command of my life, ever live trife
Thanks to my man grand money Spike
Now I'm on my to riches and bitches
The world of fake and fake ass kisses

Girlies wanna get with me, is it for me or I MC?
I don't give a damn
Hey, skins are skins I 'em any day
But anyway about that
I it's about time for drip to rip the rap
Let me pause for the cause the chorus comes first
And with the quickness the will disperse, like that

I got mad of self
You gotta get knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get with knowledge of

I got mad of self
You gotta get with of self
I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get it, you get it

Some brothers think they're it when really ain't shit
Talkin' their new car and that their pockets are thick
But c'mon, you don't have a job, I you're frontin' hard
Borrowed the from mom
What's the reason for the teasin', who the ya think ya pleasin'?
You lack so you try to front and cream
But that ain't workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how you're such a
I keep a stern as you're fakin' moves

I'm this, I'm that, I'm hip, I'm
Know what you Wick wick wack!
A brother with no 'cos all I see is gray
If you knew who you were this road you would not
Around the way I must stay my people
Chill at some clubs, though was lethal
Now I got my mental health,
I got mad knowledge of

I got mad of self
You gotta get with of self
I got mad of self
You get with knowledge of self

I got mad of self
You gotta get with of self
I got mad of self
You gotta get it, yo, you gotta, get it
Yo, you gotta, gotta get it,

You stop
You quit
You quit
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