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Raymond Crawford
Raymond Crawford
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Ruben Bailey
Ruben Bailey
Songwriter

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Some of us see all people as equals While others are blind Fear of the truth Got them choosing to live in the bliss of a ignorant mind All of us made from the same ingredients Yet all are unique in design We don't control where I path begins But the journey is ours to define Neverland Something that they can't understand I could tell you bout this shit But I much rather show you They say they talking down on us But my nigga that's old news But Fuck all the small talk Back to the business yea And we might be in the same cloth but mines cut different Ok And I still can't trust the well wishes Cause before this shit got poppin' only hell was giving Riding in a fish bowl my life was still tinted Get a million from my head to the bank How the fuck you ship it I had to stand on business Got them snakes up out my grass I said to hell with niggas I been thinking bout my past them flashbacks haunt my different They wanna take me out bad I'm like mike jack in thriller I put the mob on my back I'm getting bra out that kitchen No weapon formed against me shall prosper or we gone Step on niggas I swear Bro got twin Glocks he call em' maternal sisters I'm Cut way too different from these square ass niggas I could tell you bout this shit But I much rather show you They say they talking down on us But my nigga that's old news But Fuck all the small talk Back to the business yea And we might be in the same cloth but mines cut different
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