[Intro] Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant (Rockets) The livest one, representin', BK to the fullest [Verse 1] As real as kinds riddled with symbols and signs Was mine still, part skill, part will, all gangster And Brooklyn still fantastic reminiscent of who I be Even the way the sons hold mics Cold as life, burnt like they was poor with light You better chalk that talk 'fore I report my might My power show and prove, put your whole team on the news I mean, could be asleep, I won't toss and I'll turn I don't lose, I mean, this high I define Your man hounds surrounded but doubt with some Apocalypse, when it's dark, they won't find a spark in my kind Uh, nah, par to this Oye, I'm slick, young brother but I be like all 'em old men No bends, no friends, just drive You know life for them Jailhouse niggas I beg to get by 'em, I'll meet you at the gates, I'm slidin' I'm more concrete but more complex This only happen once, I must confess She don't believe you but she trust she next Just leave your boy alone, unless it's "mine" and "less" and "me" and "test", huh Used to, huh, too fresh with the guest In my Air Force fly suit, I might goose you, huh [Bridge] I'm gone I don't know what you want After all that I've done (Nah) I'm gone [Chorus] I got an escape plan They should never help a Brother like me out the jail again They should feel embarrassed 'cause my family's the reason I'm here I got an escape plan Y'all little guys can't bank, like tellin' kids to go to sleep at ten Yeah, life ain't fair but stand up for the tropes in here I got an escape plan [Verse 2] It's something Godlike, soon as you turn on the lights Your whole world lit, seein' me on all of my hype I need your consent to orchestrate all of these pleas for fight With this world with your energy God damn my tall task, a couple knees if you please You know if it's
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