| Jogging through the junkyard, kicking the can
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| Never would I think I had the world in my hand
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| 17 times, circumnavigate the globe
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| A traveler’s tradition, my religion is the road
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| Broke the mold, explored all the options
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| The quickest way to curate the cash, so I clocked in
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| On the job, no training wheels
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| Told my mama I’mma make it cause I say I will
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| Til the wheels fall off
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| Yes yes, y’all, 'till the beat it don’t stop
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| Between a rock and a hard place
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| Came up out the ghetto with my boys, no Scarface
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| But is my mind playing tricks?
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| If the world is really mine how I ain’t got shit?
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| Still they stop and they frisk
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| But it’s never gonna change till we stop and resist
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| Listen, listen, if you want it up
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| Till the sun is up, then you’re one of us
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| So listen, listen, and start letting go
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| If we’ve had enough, we don’t give a fuck
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| No more control, no no more
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| No more control, no no more
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| (Control, control, control, control)
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| Welcome to the world of drug dealers
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| Comic books, white girls, and real niggas
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| Skateboards, bandannas, and malt liquor
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| Japanese cartoons and straight killers
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| They tell us get out the ghetto and get rich
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| But when you really a rebel you don’t fit
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| We all tryna find our niche
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| Got to grab it by the throat and make the world your bitch
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| It’s the American way
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| Plug into the drive and let the narrative play
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| We obsessed with nothing but the best shit
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| Do it on your own or be a drone with a death wish
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| Defy definition, repress repetition
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| Get money, get high, get sex, the addiction
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| The depression, the stress, the affliction
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| Get ready, get set, go, we on a mission
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| Listen, listen, if you want it up
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| Till the sun is up, then you’re one of us
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| So listen, listen, and start letting go
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| If we’ve had enough, we don’t give a fuck
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| No more control, no no more
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| No more control, no no more
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| (Control, control, control, control)
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| They had a rally for police brutality up at the park
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| But when we killing ourselves don’t nobody want to march
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| We got to start to take a look in the mirror
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| If we don’t respect ourselves then they always gone fear us
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| If black lives matter then black lives matter
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| And the color of the killer shouldn’t even be a factor
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| Most of these rappers ain’t equipped to lead
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| Cause most of these rappers illiterate, can’t read
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| This is educated street music for the educated street movement
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| It’s fucked up what the police is doing
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| But motherfucker look what we doing
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| Listen, listen, if you want it up
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| Till the sun is up, then you’re one of us
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| So listen, listen, and start letting go
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| If we’ve had enough, we don’t give a fuck
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| No more control, no no more
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| No more control, no no more
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| (Control, control, control, control) |