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Intro (Eto)

They know the vibes
(Yeah)
Tell the kids to go inside
(Whoa)
(Child’s voice)
What up papi?
(Eto)
Whatup Baby?
(Child)
This the beauty of It right?
(Eto)
Indeed
(Child)
Flee what up Tio?
(Flee Lord)
Peace lord
(Eto)
Roc America
Grafh!
New Crack Era
Let's get to it

Verse 1 (Eto)

They ain’t let me in I forced my way
Was taught to pray
I teach my kids the same
They won’t miss the train
Nor hang around where the horses play
I orchestrate crackhead lectures before they lost it all
Holocaust
It’s off the wall
But Mama porch is safe
Wish me luck
Held Niggas down
They didn’t pick me up
It’s nothing though
I’m still 1-0
Cheers from a tipsy cup
comfortable
They won’t take me out of my groove
Cause losing friends will never add up to the dollars I lose
I stood in front of the store
I owe Muhammad Abdul
I put the hundreds in drawers before Momma got news
Those were the days
Won’t let beloved roll in his grave
Home of the brave
Don’t burn bridges
Throw ‘em the wave
Plenty will drown
Square biz envy is round
But the triangle got it how it’s meant to be now
Better late than never
Life fucks you over
I didn’t wait to let her
They’ll be happy when they dress me in browns
Now

Chorus 1 (Flee Lord)

You probably sell an ounce a year
Hanging like a Chandelier
Six pairs of “Louis’”
And you ain’t buy your’e mans a pair
If you know then you know
Yeah I know
If you know then you know
Yeah i know
Fed’s hit the strip
My bro’s getting loaded
Mind ya fuckin’ business you should already know
Yeah I know
If you know then you know
Yeah I know
If you know then you know

Verse 3 (Grafh)

Fuck waitin’ for after my turn come
I took mine and take yours
Right after my turn done
Get some respect after you earn some
I leave ashes like incense after you burn som’n
It’s energy rappers
I’m who they happen to turn from
My longevity is something they should actually happen to learn from
You ain’t killers
You clappin’ a nerf gun
Niggas fiends
I happen to serve some
Chill out
I’m still gripping my Mag’
First session with Flee had a half a brick in my bag
Don’t be the next victim I stab
I been stabbed in the back so much that a new blade will stick to my scabs
A whole lot of drip stick to my swag
A whole lot of prints stick to my tag’s
Stick to the script
Stick to the clique
Stick to the staff
Bitch stick to the cast
Or I break your bones and let the skin stick to the cast

Chorus 2 (Flee Lord)

You probably sell an ounce a year
Hanging like a Chandelier
Six pairs of “Louis’”
And you ain’t buy your man a pair
If you know then you know
Yeah I know
If you know then you know
Yeah i know
Fed’s hit the strip
My bro’s getting loaded
Mind ya fuckin’ business you should already know
Yeah I know
If you know then you know
Yeah I know
If you know then you know