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Me and my blood gotta link, city full of love Got a pocket full of dreams turning into dust Kicking flavor in your ear, better keep it hush Or that boy disappear, he don’t keep in touch (Me and my blood gotta link, God is all above Got a pocket with the script, when the time is tough Kicking flavor in your ear, don’t you give it up ‘Fore that boy disappear, always on the run) Teens toting choppers in my city, never passed the test 35 in the pen, never gained respect Or we could take it to the court, let ‘em make you sweat Better keep your head up, like you doing reps Got my credits in the bag, then I packed the whip Had to leave the city too, so I took a trip Passing knowledge to my homies, I could never quit Two degrees on my wall and they barely fit Tell Quinn that I’m at it, how I work a stage Got the lights on the boy, steady throwing shade Got the floods on low, how I’m making plays I been at it since the Wood, I could never stray In the Beth, moving light when I pass the gate Got a badge for the days I could get it straight Crossing lines out of state, I ain’t running late Get this paper every morning, I can never wait Me and my blood gotta link, city full of love Got a pocket full of dreams turning into dust Kicking flavor in your ear, better keep it hush Or that boy disappear, he don’t keep in touch (Me and my blood gotta link, God is all above Got a pocket with the script, when the time is tough Kicking flavor in your ear, don’t you give it up ‘Fore that boy disappear, always on the run) Heard my homie spitting game, barely even home I been working through the pain, feel it in my bones Got some problems working lanes that I never drove Got some family in my past that ain’t seen the phone Green grass on the end where I’m tryna lay All good with the bros when they come to hang Same set from the go, we could never change Bossing up with my woes, onto finer things Tryna it keep it mum, all the words falling low City going dumb when the boy hit a show No tour buses, just Elantra and the roads All gassed up since I'm Mobil on the flows Shawty from the Haven like my sound, she don't know the truth I got it this grease in the Peake, so I let it loose Crossing waters with my team, out at Liquid Blue Then I get out the city, college and some views Me and my blood gotta link, city full of love Got a pocket full of dreams turning into dust Kicking flavor in your ear, better keep it hush Or that boy disappear, he don’t keep in touch (Me and my blood gotta link, God is all above Got a pocket with the script, when the time is tough Kicking flavor in your ear, don’t you give it up ‘Fore that boy disappear, always on the run) Me and my blood gotta link, city full of love Got a pocket full of dreams turning into dust Kicking flavor in your ear, better keep it hush Or that boy disappear, he don’t keep in touch (Me and my blood gotta link, God is all above Got a pocket with the script, when the time is tough Kicking flavor in your ear, don’t you give it up ‘Fore that boy disappear, always on the run) Me and my blood gotta link, city full of love Got a pocket full of dreams turning into dust Kicking flavor in your ear, better keep it hush Or that boy disappear, he don’t keep in touch (Me and my blood gotta link, God is all above Got a pocket with the script, when the time is tough Kicking flavor in your ear, don’t you give it up ‘Fore that boy disappear, always on the run)
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