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Right back at you
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With another one right here in 3FUNK Radio
I pray you keep your feelings at rest
Ahhh don't it feel good
Don't it feel good
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My thoughts wander off the coast As I mediate
Different transcripts get computed from the former greats
Ancestor's realign my polluted mind state
From the grimy shit a nigga dealt with today
Before thirty I was on pace to be behind bars in cell with a blue face
My only play was get money any kind of way
Shit Degreed up and i'm still choose the streets
My survival represents that's you should listen to me
But I can't answer every call cause they listening to me
While my homies getting married I be listening to beats
I feel so disconnected from the drama that brings
I feel the pain of the Illusion that we'd never have beef
I feel the space with my cousins show them how life will be
How lil Luther grew up to be the King that we need
How he blessed the generation from the words that he speak
How he set the bar high so his son gotta reach
So his son can go hard in the paint
Left handed lil bandit terrorizing the game
As a granddad i'ma rcook franks on the beach
Ain't no fronting when you own property that you on
Ain't no judging if it take twenty years to get on
As long that check got got my name at the bottom
As long i'm living always know that I got us
First deal poppin bottles for the time that you lost
In the studio sacrificing life for a cost
But but then red bottom shoes that I can her with ease
Made up for the days when we was late on the lease
Made up for the time she had to spot a ten
Made up for the time that my brother was in
Always got the dice on me when i'm rolling with kin
Everyday a new face gotta debrief the kid
Give an assist analyzed my living expense
I had to focus on the inside to give an opinion
Had to always keep a smile even when I was dingy and shit