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Yeah. I got 'em. What? Yeah. Cover girl. Yeah. What it be like? Yeah. Ha. Or what it be like? Ha. Yeah. Still thugging under streetlights. Yeah. Still gripping on the steel pipe. Yeah. Dead wrong, but it feel right. Yeah. Long live on a T-shirt. Dead. I'm just really tryna hold my head. All the homies really tryna get bread. Where you from? Now we on your head. Boom Boom left his T-shirt red. Laurence Fishburne running like Blair. 'Til he locked up feeling like Dread. Twenty-five, just another state prison. This ain't county hell, nah, this is prison. Muslim and percentage, the woods and the beckons. Fuck it how he feeling, he just hope they Feel it. The real know I speak the worst, I'm a teacher. Getting high as the motherfucking Bleachers. Mama, take my temp, shit, I got a Fever. Can't catch my, gotta breathe deeper. Oh, yeah, I'll make 'em a believer. Touchdown, endzone like I'm Deion. Yeah, still thugging in my cleats. Yeah, ha, free G Weeda. What it be like? Yeah. Ha. Or what it be like? Ha. Yeah. Dead wrong, but it feel right. Yeah. Dead wrong, but it feel right. Yeah. Marching through your march and we holding Torches. Pitchforks and things to prove what the Force is. Rhyming with vigor with the styles I Deliver. If you acting wild for a while, I'll forgive ya. More seasoned flavor to hit the Pot. Came with the shit I got, maybe I'll Get my props. Funk is functional, now I got A hunch for you. Take that away, was you Just playing substitute? No, I'm with the funk fully. Gotta bully my allies if my allies are bullies. Can't let 'em play you, life ain't a fable. Do for yourself, don't think I'm gonna save you. Read the manual, find out how it's made. Before you get played, just learn how to play. Back by popular demand, paparazzi glance. Tryna peep who exactly got the hot hands. What it be like? Yeah. Ha. Or what it be like? Ha. Yeah. Dead wrong, but it feel right. Yeah. Dead wrong, but it feel right. Yeah. Ooh, what it be like? What do they see like? To the good life, straight from the street life. Back in the day, they wanted to give your Boy three strikes. Nothing but love for my homies Live the G life. It's Mo' Dust, I'ma kick It up for 'em. Punish them fools, hell nah, Don't know 'em. Stayin' polished, get off my bump. Hard in the paint and I got my jump. And my thump, in case they ain't learn. Ball too far, everybody get a turn. Spliff still burn, blowing smoke on it. I ain't even burn it, I just wanna make A dollar. Blood on my collar, pop it on The planet. The reason I don't trust 'em 'cause I caught 'em red-handed. And they can't stand it 'cause I'm so organic. Pulling up into your function like the mothership Landed. Ooh. You got funk and you got style. You're funking and you're styling all the while. When you got funk, you got class. You're out on the floor moving your ass. She ain't conscientious about her toss