| The ghetto Othello, the Moor
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| Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy
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| Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I’m sure
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| Oh my God, they want the end of me 'cause I’m pure
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| Oh my Lord, discipline for the win, I just go for it
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| It’s a trend for these men to die on their own sword
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| Journey far, learn who you can be
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| But you can learn who you are when you around family
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| Chip off the shoulders of soldiers, on they grizzle
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| My granddaddy Mack Little married Nannie Little
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| They passed down wisdom, blessings were given
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| Pray my sins don’t get passed to my children
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| I made a killin', I’m alive like the morning star
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| Court Jordan’s for the price on stock, so what the Hornets are?
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| I need evaluations, I’m savvy, y’all
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| Eatin' foie gras and caviar, listen
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| Adam and Eve
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| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, ayy
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| Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
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| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
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| The ghosts of gangsters dance
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| Chinchillas shake on the hanger, the force of this banger
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| Yeah, my language advanced, my cadence amazin'
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| The voice triggers somethin', what is this conundrum?
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| The clouds scurry, your spirit rumble, a boyish smile
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| Still puff the loud, it’s nothin' less than a quarter pound
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| Savage narrative, every verse that I write bursts light
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| Brings awareness to my personal life
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| After my morning walk, Havana cigar, the ganja spark
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| See my doctor more, sweat in the sauna or the spa
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| Spendin' fifty large at the Bellagio
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| Spent twenty on a bad bitch I hardly know
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| New girl every night, two girls was every other night
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| Sexual addiction, gangster tradition
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| They wanna fuck me, have me under they belt, slightly offended
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| Yeah, that’s how I felt, that’s how it ended
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| I’m just good at existin', existin' in my truth
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| As long as I enjoy the fruit, yeah
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| Adam and Eve
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| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, ayy
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| Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
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| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
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| What come first, peace or the paper?
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| Before I had a piece of paper, peace was in my favor
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| Before I sat to eat at the table, it had leeches and traitors
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| Cut the fat from the meat, extract the weak, bon appetit
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| No bacon, brothers is swine
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| It’s so hard to trust 'em 'cause my hustle is mine
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| It’s evident they all the same, with gray hair and still mean muggin'
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| Gray hairs of wisdom, that means you seen somethin'
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| Say somethin', you stay frontin'
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| But these clowns got false crowns, fictitional kings
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| You broke my heart, Fredo
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| You bring this thing of ours down to a fable
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| Be advised my guys dyin', enterprisin' at a boss’s table
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| There’s always room at my table
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| Insecurities is keepin' you disabled
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| All this money to get, is there less time?
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| They ain’t stopped printin' money, 'cause they made mine
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| I learned to stretch time, these are the best times
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| I’m in my neighborhood in stadiums, the Mets' kind
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| With restaurants and Carbone, spicy rigatoni
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| Go hard, a red Bordeaux, oh God
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| Adam and Eve
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| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, ayy
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| Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
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| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree |