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Get up I get down/hit NYC/got my tracks spinnin all over town/Never let me down/
like Kanye/everyday thats how i keep going/my shit not yet in the streets but underground they be knowin/Time passes when youre young/man that shit flies by
smooth sailing from here on out/nothin but crystal clear sky

When i was young/mom always in and out of rehab/i should have checked her into Betty Ford/put that shit on my black amex tab/but time has passed and i aint gon lie/and it sounds like im blowin smoke/but that shit passed/no reason to let it blow my high

Once my shit drops/spinnin like 22 inch chrome pinwheel tops/
N.E.R.D./she loves it/hit the club Pharell,Hov and B/V.I.P...P.I.M.P/40-40 club pop the top on the bub/posted up behind the shark tank/whereyou cant see me/
everyone will be askin whis in there/I thought that room was reserved for me

Kanye/you say you push miracle whips/come on you know that shitz light/
get some juice and holla at me/my Maranello cruises these NY alleys/new towers in sight/I clean these fiends up like street sweepers at night/im tired of livin check to check/we take it dirty south/Ghetto Mafia/Straight from the Dec

Vegas Casino/private leer jet/now thats how we fly/like back in the day when you only heard about me by word of mouf/but his aint Luda/straight six shooters/i let you know how we used to do it in the Dirty South/and how we get down/big cities and dreams/i had gamblin spots in the back room of every club town to town and state to state/

Come on 50/I aint been popped 9 times and i still got jack/let me know if you want to ride in my platinum cadillac/everything i touch is gold like Midas/doves fly,feds coming/im on my way/i aint gotta tell you how many sold/thats how we do it down South/aint nothin wrong with reppin/but rep yo city/we know where you from/you just live in NY/BK...Kelvin Martin/we know whose the real deal/aint no need to lie and you got need need to ask.i drop platinum hits on a dime/difference is like these fouls on 106 and park/you rollin in that corolla with pop top plastic hubs/and you dreamin bout my 22 twinkies on the maranello adn they gleamin while you sleepin/little bit like Mike Jones/dont leave ya girl with me/next thing you know shes gone/cuz dukes throwin her those 6 carat canary pinky ring stones

T.I./ill teach you somethin bout bein the King of the SOuth/popped collar polos/just bring em out..bring em out/i shine naturally/difference is i got no need for gold fronts/diamond studded Jacob on my wrists while you boys still in grannys bassment playin tunks/so tho yo dimaonds in the urrr/long time comin but im finally hurr/sho nuff in the club/pop bottles of Armadale they all just sturr/drug dealin on the corner and we dont currr