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[Intro] And now for our featured presentation [Verse 1: Blu] Uh, 88 karats on my gold face, shining like the Golden State Ridin on Daytons, banging for my whole race All black, no blanks Spacings on my ball cap, playin like we all stacked aces New money, all black faces Tell them bummy niggas fall back, bases play never broke We gon forever blow Blue weed, blue money, Blu do it better fo' Hoes on my level know I shine like a bezel bro, bro Treasure forever glow, them specials be especially special too She knew it, she tried to hold me back but she blew it My partner bought an old school Buick and let me cruise it Was sittin in the liquor store wonderin' what the {beep} was I doin And thank God it was music nigga, then I'm home [Hook: Jimetta Rose] Gonna take a miracle Cause by now, I know I need you so Hope that you can catch me when I fall I know that you can catch me Catch me when I fall [Verse 2: Blu] Good golly, hair got me started on the giddy, yo Plenty in the memory from last night, dizzy, yo Eighty shots of Henny, took an eighth of my memory On my cellphone, telling this chick, she could forget me I was so stoned, taking this ho home, no phone Hand signaling niggas, like I don't roam Playing that postpone on 'em for the fifth Niggas played Soul Provider sixty times in the whip I'm like homes ain't never sold dope He ain't never seen crack, he ain't never had to tote What he think that he G for? Them niggas need PO's to be dope Please folk, ya got the game crushed, you need dough Live from the 53-0, from out the weed smoke And Henny we pour, I emerge for all my people Who ain't never seen the world like me Still ain't forgot where I'm from But now we back like the Prodigal son, I'm home [Hook: Jimetta Rose] Gonna take a miracle Cause by now, I know I need you so Hope that you can catch me when I fall I know that you can catch me Catch me when I fall [Verse 3: Blu] I stay payed every first of the month Dropping 100 on them meals for the times we couldn't pay for a lunch We live the life niggas couldn't live once, twisting up, getting drunk Pushing the young, pushing my lungs To the fullest extent, with the goodest intent, 'til the hood is content I only put it on the hood cause I'm bent She came out the bar pushing a Bent, I came out the bar pushing a pent But go together like pepper and mint Christian but she never made it to lent My money made a denim, still I never knew what made lint It make sense right? Now make dollars 'til you get your shit polished like a new whip Models on the tip like 'weilers on the fence or Impalas on the strip Had the keys to the city since a kid my nig, I'm home, uh [Outro: Jimetta Rose] Gonna take a miracle In a year that has been so improbable, the impossible has happened!

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