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degrees of separation - toure lyrics

[intro]
(you heatin’ up, lavish)

[verse]
sh*t i was only nineteen, glock seventeen
i fell in love with north philly, cause they had better feins
plus i was raised around the chasers, i could sell a dream
sh*t i just f*cked a rich b*tch, then went to tell the team
my wrist watch is real water, i call it pellegrino
now i want the batman, you know the submarine
sh*t i feel like raw & atkins just made another bean
my bape and ape sh*t from j*pan, the choppa lebanese
though she not a ten, but she so wеt, i call her seven sеas
i’m a dog, she a dog, let’s make a better breed
i ran thru philly like i’m rocky, i’m just another creed
bro i can’t let these n*ggas catch me, i’m on another speed
high as f*ck, i’m levitatin’
and it take longer on the stairs, but i’m still elevatin’
and i ain’t blow, but i ain’t got no soul to sell to satan
i got two b*tches on the way right now, they telly racin’
and whoever make it to me first, know it’s a celebration
it’s west side only, sh*t like segregation
the flow cold, it’s 16 degrees of separation
ya homie got me levitatin’
step back, see a n*gga die because he hesitated
that’s facts, how you f*ckin’ with me, you uneducated
that’s facts, take it back ten years, you would’ve never made it
when i was sixteen, big dream, sh*t seemed realer than it is
the shoe fit him, and it’s his
and my new sh*t, sound like who that n*gga think he is
he think he big, he think he pac or somethin’
i’m ridin’ stick inside the bucket like a mop or somethin’
like why the cops turn on they lights, like we gon’ stop or somethin’
i put both hands on this ten, like it’s the clock, or somethin’
sh*t like it’s 10:50, twin switchies
ridin’ thru the trenches, sh*t be gettin’ sticky
get with me, back to back machines like i’m with wiki
no biggie, but i got my faith in this sh*t
it’s a marathon, it’s not a race, look how i’m pacin’ this sh*t
took sacrifices like the highest level mason and sh*t
like tell me what you want from me, it’s like i’m mase to this sh*t (it’s like i’m mase to this sh*t)
before i locked in with the chasers, i was chasin’ this sh*t
now i don’t even use no chaser, when i’m drinkin’ this sh*t
the type of sh*t come to my mind, when i’m just thinkin’ and sh*t (when i’m just thinkin’ and sh*t)
a bunch of sh*t be on my mind like
same d*ckie, ten days, nine nights
young and reckless, you smell the gun smoke, you see em ridin’ bikes
the reaper creepin’ up, but he tryn’ keep it up for five lights
his picture trendin’ now, before he died, he had 25 likes
sh*t anything i say i seen it, know i really mean it
his blood still stain the pavement, they ain’t really clean it
it’s like you either pick a side, or die in between it
i seen a couple n*ggas die from tryn’ intervene it

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