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It's only right that I address
be in it to win it
I come lame type killing in the game
I get
It's only that I address this
be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the
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Raised by
niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come to the crib, get banged, take your chain
Stay in lane
ain't the way of the game
My is like I stay in the ring
My favorite was Kane, now I'm dope weight in the game
You was hot but can't in the flame
pain and windows crack
The fist is a symbol for black
Can tell the by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a
Kickback get kicked to the back
I want big and my man Ronnie to get his
Child in a good and know what her gift is
global warming, the world is shifting
Watching Sweet Sixteen, rich kids
You don't it like you gotta go the distance
Whether yoga or doja, we all get in the Game

It's only that I address this
be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the
I get
It's right that I address this
be in it to win it
I come lame type killing in the game
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I never kissed ass of the masses
I'm the black
and I lasted
Pass rat bastards
try to box me in like Cassius Clay
Hey I'm Muhammad when he fasted
the fascist
Make cuts and got gashes, scratches over eyelashes
are like jab pits to rappers
Whose careers now
It's too many slashes in name
Came in the game, gun-clappers
weak lines to clothing lines to an actress
I seen them smash hits
I run nigga run
While I up classics
The weak hearted, become Babylon
it hard for real hustlers
Touch the sky now and then, with a lady
Give to the most that's how the day begins in the game.

It's only right that I this
be in it to win it
I never come lame killing in the game
I get
It's right that I address this
be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the
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I just wanna be like Akeelah, an
the streets of the Chi where some get high for leisure
Selling weed out of
From rocks to shops and beamers
with blond weaves and strong legs like Serena
The demeanor of the Ghetto, to never settled
Aldermen and corrupt men Pharaoh
Good bring to the hood like heralds
Five year olds by themselves in the street
The die of cancer
I stop eating
Greet the gods on 87th street peace
Even it's war to G, got em facing the east
The ain't tasting as sweet
flow is still, and his compliance with beats
My station is deep, so F em
Progression, counting paper and blessings in the

It's only right that I this
be in it to win it
I never lame type killing in the game
I get
It's only right I address this
be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the
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