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Big K.R.I.T.
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Aye look, my mama was a hustler, my daddy not so much I grew up where if you look suspicious they called ya bluff Powder puffs couldn't make it in the concrete jungle If you found stumbling then they pull up right around yo' bumper And make you run it all For no reason like Forest Gump and get the gun involved If you get to thinking you tough, I swear, it's protocol They feening for reasons to bust and they don't know no laws Other than keeping it tucked in they drawers or they britches 'Cause a ditch can always find you if you slippin' or you trippin' Without a map, let me guide you down the road less traveled Don't let that gravel define you 'cause it's plenty folk that made it Down the path they had been assigned to at birth Worth in the earth ain't determined by ya girth No matter how big ya get we all gon' end up in dirt Rehearse all that hurt and you'll end up with a purse Of digits that only make you livid when they're dispersed Into your cellular device, try to play it wise That is a hell of a disguise that you wear across your eyes Like a bandit, candid Pictures only show that you've been standin', slanted In someone's vision that leaves you stranded, and with Nothing to show for all the demanding, bandwidth Used, in hopes you get approved By a dude who's confused on exactly what to do With ya royalty, loyalty Can often cost you buoyancy When it's connected to folk that's drowning Choose love that constantly keeps you grounded And don't join the circus if you ain't clownin'
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