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I guess you're old enough to know. 
Kids out on the east coast. 
Roughly twenty years old. 
Got coaxed out by a Certain Perfect Ratio. 
Of warm
to ride proud through illyria destroying all 
feeble christian dogs from the black to the Mediterranian seas.

452 c.c.

Twenty years full of victories
My feet flop Clown Walkin' might make a beat drop
Spend twenty-five years I'm chewing on gum
Wait, I got none I'm chewing on my tongue
Walk, oh my leg
after Mason Betha turned his mic in
I started writin 22 months and 20 weeks prior
To LeBron shakin Adidas for Nikes
I'm right here, six years after Randy
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records

"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella records
Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride
and bullshit that sounds identical
Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was?
Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz
Pick a year, any year
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella records
Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records

"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
I was 17 ridin in that Lexus on 20's
18 and 19 payin nothing over 20
And a thousand 8 grams divided by 4 is 2-52
If you know what that mean you
She can tell by the car, double R on the plate
Rolls Royce over those Black Market bumping in the Wraith
Rich nigga with poor taste, starve while
Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant
That was five years ago, look how fast it go
Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico
But fuck that, blaze one,
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
is in
Locked in a four block radius like a public prison

Twenty-two year old, Dunn, ain't got a cup to piss in
But he got a barrel gun and that's
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
got fire blankets
In the vocal booth
Producers with extinguishers
To put out the blaze
When I'm on the loose
I'm rolling with the best
Meeting
(Chorus 2x)
2 many bitches wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94

(Blaze)
Bitches call me
in my pocket and at least a grand 
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand 
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC 
Remotely controlled by
y'all)
I've been preparing for this moment for years so step back
Cla clack take that catch a heart attack
I am the illest MC on the streets today
But fans
Keep your head up

It's a high society

It's time for some realization,
Not fueled by media manipulations
But the manifestation of the last generation,
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
Throw twenties on my Excursion
I can do dat
Next year I might buy Worthing
I can do dat
Throw a four and a can soda
I can do dat
I talk shit cause I'm
twenty fo' I be sacking them digits
Cause I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got seven years in it
Dope House
stay on mine 
And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online 
And by next year, we should have a thousand guns 
Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume
than the egg leave the womb
Consider me endangered cause I know I'm dyin soon
Twenty-five years incarceration if I pull it
Bring the yellow tape, haters