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Spot on 116 must've had the

Cops in they pocket

Hydro jars, fifteen a pop, line out the door

This back when we had the nerve

To call brick weed chocolate

Stacy said her sister's boyfriend had

The new hot shit

Gave me the plug like a stock tip

I found religion, I'm a prophet

Loved that girl

But knew we wouldn't work like

Harden on the Rockets clouds cleared

I'm looking at the city like

Jihadis in the cockpit

Prices so fucking high

I had to do 'em dirty just to make a profit

Split's like Spotify numbers

A whole lotta green, just me and the punter

Down for the team

Saying all the right things

But feeling like Harden on the Thunder

We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought

By the grace of God

Everybody else got caught

We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought

By the grace of God

Everybody else got caught

We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought

By the grace of God

Everybody else got caught

We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought

By the grace of God

In DC they called me New York

I didn't correct it

Brother started on that Malachi Z

I said I eat pork and besides

I don't respect it (I don't)

You out here smoking Newports

Please man, let me eat my breakfast

We was raised on it, right?

Light drizzle on the tarmac

Whitey hit Hiroshima, then he doubled back

Black rain baptised, black skies

I'm always waiting on the thunderclap

Feed 'em rope till it goes slack

Hot potato

When your quick lick turn to a kidnap

It's easy to take, hard to give back

(It's hard to give) deep in the tombs on

A humble Pentecostal crumble

In a sweetened aromatic

My dude came home like Papillon

His spirit never captured but truth be told

He never had a second chapter

Cammo, green and gold, pull me in the sky

It's the rapture

Anno domini, it's no before

It's only after

We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought

By the grace of God

Everybody else got caught

We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought

By the grace of God

Everybody else got caught

That was the haze for a long time

Let's get like some wine

Like let's not skip the process

1988 till like 2004-2005

Just an uptown thing, on 45th St

They had it by the pounds

It was seven thousand dollars a pound

Back then before the AIDS we did that

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