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| [ Fam ] What's the problem, Officer? I ain't be did nothin You on my back sweatin me like I'm some kid frontin I'm tryin to do my thing, Ingle and Illtown sing Double I's the thing, if you know what I mean "What you do for a living, boy?," I mean I rock Not sellin coke on the block, I had to stop "What's your name?" - Fam Damn yo, put a mic in my hand This is as good as grand I make you understand how I am What I stand for and what it's worth You see my life flash in front of yo face and think it's cursed [ Diesel ] I'm the soldier rarely seen from the block of 118 I'm a fanatic, can't help bein a hip-hop fiend Embedded in my enzymes before I tipped my nine At birth the world knew I was one of a kind It's all about the music, that's all I know That's all I heard growin up in E.O. But yo, let's not dabble in the past A look at what the future got in store, so I gotta watch my ass Can my music be the saviour of my grace? Cause you see reality written on my face Just a taste of my flavor make you savor for more Go from city to city, I check you out on the tour [ all ] Is you with me? Oh yeah! We holdin fort, we ain't goin nowhere |