(Woooooo)
(Yeah)
(Turn the music up turn the lights down i'm in my zone)


[Chorus]
Thank God for grantin me this moment of clarity

This moment of honesty
The world'll feel my truths
Through my Hard Knock Life time

My Gift and The Curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work
So you can feel my truths

I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest ^!$$%s out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt
(Yall can't fill my shoes)

From my Blueprint beginnings
To that Black Album endin
Listen close you hear what i'm about

^!$$% feel my truths

[Verse One]

When pop died
Didn't cry
Didn't know him that well

Between him doin !#@#e
And me doin Crack sales
With that in the egg shell

Standin at the tabernacle
Rather the church
Pretending to be hurt

Wouldn't work
So a smirk was all on my face
Like damn that mans face was just like my face

So pop i forgive you
For all the %#@! that i live through
It wasn't all your fault

Homie you got caught
And to the same game i fault
That Uncle Ray lost

My big brothers and so many others i saw
I'm just glad we got to see each other
Talk and re-meet each other

Save a place in Heaven
Til the next time we meet forever


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[Verse Two]

The music business hate me
Cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers and boosters embrace me

And the music i be makin
I dumb down for my audience
And double my dollars

They criticize me for it
Yet they all yell "Holla"
If skills sold

Truth be told
I'd probably be
Lyricly

Talib Kweli
Truthfully
I wanna rhyme like Common Sense

(But i did five Mil)
I ain't been rhymin like Common Sense
When your sense got that much in common

And you been hustlin since
Your inception
$#&@ perception

Go with what makes sense
Since
I know what i'm up against

We as rappers must decide what's most impor-tant
And i can't help the poor if i'm one of them
So i got rich and gave back

To me that's the win, win
The next time you see the homie and his rims spin
Just know my mind is workin just like them
(The rims that is)


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[Verse Three]
My homie Sigel's on a tier
Where no tears should fall

Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is ball
Til we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rappin for the platinum
Yall record

I recall
Cause i really been there before
Four scores and seven years ago
Prepared to flow
Prepare for war

I shall fear no man
You don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go
In one ear out the other ear
NO
YO

My balls and my word is alls i have
What you gonna do to me?
^!$$% scars'll scab
What you gonna box me homie?
I can dodge and jab
Three shots couldn't touch me
Thank God for that

I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole BK ^!$$% holla back

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