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    Lately, I just say I'm outta town
    'Cause I don't really care to be around
    I been making up for my mistakes
    I've been through a lot, I need a break
    More life, never caught
    Wrong place at the wrong time
    I ain't had no chicken in a long time
    I ain't seen my youngin' in a fortnight
    Got a demon triggering the porch light
    Oh, nah

    Stay alone, 'cause a lot of y'all the faux kind
    I don't trust you if you tell me that you don't lie
    Asking how I'm doing, yeah, I'm doing fine
    Don't you know the foolish always grow wise?
    Capetown with the kinfolk, we don't play around
    Grandma was on the slave ship, but we home now
    Mama do not work the grave shift, she in Rome now
    USA be on that bullshit, better go now

    Aye!
    Homie, why you stressing, we got one foot in the grave
    Brother, get your money, get yo ass up on the plane
    Why you with this women if you know she playing games?
    Why you with this nigga if he treat you like you lame?

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    Let go, you ain't gotta hold on no more
    If you got a good thing, go for it
    We ain't with the bad things no more
    Yo, you gotta let go, let go
    You ain't gotta hold on no more
    If you got a good thing, go for it
    We ain't with the bad things no more

    They be saying Karma is a bitch, ah
    But I don't let them talk about my friends, nah
    You was taking people from their kids
    Now you bitter 'cause I'm chillin' with my kin now, wow
    I don't need if I didn't pull it from the ground
    Gotta a lot of love so I give to the crowd
    Man, I swear my great, great grandma would be proud
    We ain't pickin' cotton, I'm the nigga with the crown

    Thank you very much, it's, uh
    Privilege and a honor to be a in the
    Wide intellectual ghetto of the West

    In the car, in LA on the 99
    Sunrise, red sky, ambience
    Bad days, rear view, and they stay behind
    PH 'round 9, livin' alkaline
    Black boy, you could be what you want to be
    You the one that carry that baton when they come for me
    Came from the concrete, that's a fizzy fact
    Came up clear streams in the grizzy grass

    Keepin' it honest
    They try to kill you, I promise
    They do it all for the commas
    I stay alive for my children, I don't be trustin' they doctors
    Politicians is phony, they be villians, imposters
    They gonna tell you it's gold, but show it really be copper
    And they don't want you tappin' into all that spirit inside us
    They want you chasin' the carrot
    Want you fiendin' for pradas
    They want you sick, 'til you vomit
    'Cause you no use when you concious

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    Composition: Kota The Friend

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