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Yeah SAVEMONEY shit Uh, back to reclaim my throne I’m the prince of the city, young Machiavelli Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters I’m shining hard, Stanley Kubrick, we don’t live by the law Two-time felony charge, gun-toting Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom Where crack hit the Chi the same year as Michael Jordan My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry I got a story make Shakespeare say that’s tragic Speak my mind, I got a bad habit Became a hazard to my health like Corona to an asthmatic I Roc like the old Jay but I’m a backstabber 'cause I un’d myself I got better shit on albums I shelfed than shit that you went platinum off Too fly for my own good, it’s my albatross I’m a beast boy, I just love to self-sabotage Pussy niggas talking down, vagina monologue I ain’t running, but I’m tired of y’all I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted On the limbs of your friends, have 'em crying like Kavanaugh Back on my bully, don’t be a matador This ain’t no red flag, shooters in red rags, looters in Hermes Mask on, you still see I’m the future Letras de cancionesBut I had to learn not to judge a man by his past, so that’s all I ask Uh, young Machiavelli Still alive across the belly Uh, lemme get it back Uh, Lake Shore Drive with the top back, rocking Y Project With my ride or die bitch, nigga where The Lox at Had so many conflicts, that shit got crucial I was really fighting for freedom like Desmond Tutu Shit is like apartheid if you seen the South Side No upward mobility, they got niggas paralyzed Paper Planes snapback, shout to Em and Ty Ty Yeah, I did a rock album, that’s cause I’m a rock star I’m from where the moes push rocks like the tomb of Jesus To put new 22’s on they coupe, selling D, ducking 12 Undercovers looking for proof, I push off the roof like Bishop in Juice A window in my reality, two-parent household from an immigrant family Middle-class salaries on 47th Street by the stones Where they move white out the house same block as Obama’s home Uh, born alone, die alone, it’s still SAVEMONEY I take that to the grave with me The game’s funny, a nigga went from robbing in the hood To the Robin Hood of Englewood, I'm feedin' niggas They produced these circumstances by beatin' niggas Mistreatin' and misleadin' niggas We the niggas jumped ship, did some underwater breathin', nigga Why I gotta live my death 'fore they believe a nigga? Still alive Alive, yeah yeah Still alive Alive, yeah yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Alive, yeah yeah I'm still alive I'm still alive From Letras Mania