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I'm a real nigga, homey - got crimps, pinches on me -
slopers modeled at the 40 - boy you know what it is,
I’m way stronger, endurance way longer,
my attire stay Prana, boy you know what it is,
out in Humboldt Park, setting routes till dark,
steady hitting my mark - boy you know what it is,
they dig on me, wanna get a grip on me,
mono's all they get from me - boy you know what it is,
…boy you know what it is,

The wait is over, ain’t no holding me - I’m back on the eight,
young nigga setting, balling like I’m back at the State,
if I put my name on it, it’ll be have to be great,
and like the Planet Granite hold room, it ain’t no Escape,
young niggas got no flow, you know - I’m sealing their fate,
your movement feeling out of place, your quality a disgrace, the volume
that you putting up is in a terrible place, the sloper
hits you in the face - that hold, you’ll have to replace, and if you
thinking that you’re faster - that’s an honest mistake, your wall of
boulders is my quota - I could set it today…

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Devin Dabney, dog? Yeah, he the man,
that everybody call, when you need a send,
you almost to the top, you can see the end,
hit the crux, pop off - auf wiedersen…
AND 1, hot sauce when I lead a ten,
stand-ups, lock-offs when they need a ten,
setting up at First Ascent, getting the ascent,
I’ll probably be your friend, ‘less you complaining about the
setting - was it me again? Nigga, I plead the fifth,
like I need a liter of Sprite with the Hennessy again!

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It mean a couple different things to say I’m known at the top,
route setter of the year, nigga - trophy or not,
geeked up when I roll in the spot,
anywhere I go I Thrive, like I’m holding the block,
everybody know the skills, they all over my jock,
on fire, everything I do supposed to be hot, they shitty
with me cause they couldn’t hit the throw to the slot,
it’s a V7, pimping - it’s supposed to be hard,
these niggas wanna do it better, they ain’t going as hard, it’s the
Chicago crew, dude, Humboldt is the park!

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