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[Verse 1]
I've been told by a friend
Or at least I wish he was
That I should go and find the best
I'm not sure what that consists

Chances are it's

his business, woo, aye
Five hundred, three hundred days
Ancestors held down their chains, rest to the graves
Soul for a soul, my goal is to roll out

by so called peers
Y'all have to pardon me
Graffiti beat street
Write my life for all to see
You take a bite and leave the
Rest I remind you of Lee do

home
Outside of town the parcels are big and wild

So we could go walking anytime
Nobody else in sight
That's just the way it is babe

One and two