[Verse 1] To make it out of this barrel we call the city The crabs reaching to get me, you dont get it stay with me And listen a lil closer, Im only tryna show ya All of the different obstacles and hurdles to get over When you coming from the city Im from, D.C. if you didnt know The flow is leaving them comatose And its time to wake em up, they try to take it down Every time I get it up, they hate to give love But the hating does nathin no fading a G They just aching to hang in the spaceship with me Its not about getting high, its bout elevation And my Js stay fly like they got levitation But the gravity Im feeling from your heart, is tearing me apart Makes it hard to appreciate art, I know But sooner or later you gotta feel Something other than the hate cause the love is real, sheesh
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