调：E major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Young nigga from the illest block,
G#m
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them harlem niggas get it poppin' that's the realest drop
sipping 'gnac to the head
That was my man,
Took one to the head, fuck,
I was raised up hard,
but you can see and feel my aura
blessed to even see tomorrow
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See I gotta feed my kids and em' too, lot a load to cop,
This is my sour hour marathon
Less talking, more smoking,
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carry on
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I hope you bring your lungs with you
Shorty I ain't tripping,
Just bring some papers,
with smiley faces
before them other niggas did it
I think it's quite foul
it's my lifestyle
Adidas, raw labels,
Green house sour
Spacely, Sprocket
Lame niggas still smoking up
Lawsuit blew it done fucked up all
What you running when
your hamstring popped?
Outro 1
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