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Been gone a long time from Jersey
But you Stay On My Mind

Geoff gon take out the curses
But you Stay On My Mind

You Stay On My Mind
You Stay On My Mind
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Yo
Now I know that I can act an Ass on the record
Geoff gon
( take it out )
Came to find the Gaps in the Game
We gon
( take it out )
Egg Fu Yung and some Wings
We could
( take It out )
Extra Duck Sauce Peking
You could
( take It out )
There’s a lot of fuckery in the Game
Need to
( take It out )
Need to just cut it out
Just fuckin take it out
I remember days that I ain’t think we’d fuckin make it out
Now we get it crackin out in countries you ain’t heard about
Yeah
Your whole fuckin crew’ll get singled out
Jamaica, Queens
Seen the places 50 sing about
Kids waiting for me on Stoops
Like: “Bring that nigga out”
I was stuck behind the Door
Moms had to push me out (I Love You)
Had to have my hands ready
My mans was riding dirty
Couldn’t get too involved
We always went back to Jersey

Except for Summers
We’d be out there two months straight
Seen too many Metal Gates
How many kids Free Lunch take
I Hunt Greatness!
Catch the PRIME on the Move
Wap Baboloo Bop to Wap Bam Boom
Can’t listen to Sean P and keep my Cool
Rest In Peace my dude
We gonna see you soon

Until that day
I Smash
Aye
Whenever I Rap
Aye
The Style Class
Aye
The Sound is mad Boom Bap
Aye
We out to get the Cash
Aye
Y’all better clear your Caches
Got too many Gigs
He don’t get to see the Kids

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Been gone a long time from Jersey
But you Stay On My Mind

Geoff gon take out the curses
But you Stay On My Mind

You Stay On My Mind
You Stay On My Mind
**

Yo
Fake Fuck Boyz
I see your Wigs
Big Truck Toys
And Big fuckin Rigs
I was out in Pway
I stayed out in Plainfield
Brunswick
Elizabeth
Tell me shit ain’t Real
I’m Ten Toes Down on the Beat
Yep!
And I stay so down-to-earth
I gotta watch my step
I am plugging Next
And y’all ain’t seen nothin yet
Attitude Determines Latitude
Im flyer than a Jet

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Been gone a long time from Jersey
But you Stay On My Mind

Geoff gon take out the curses
**

Yo
I got 5 on the Herb
And 20 for the Charge
That’s 25 good things in my first two Bars
25 Dollars
The worth of my first two Cars
Prolly stored somewhere in a Junk Yard in Central Jersey

SA Town too
Shout out to the 210
I ain’t from there
But it’s where I went to school before
No Drank in my Cup
But the Skrew was Dope
But only if it’s with the right track
( you cant Skrew everything )
Quick reminisce and I’m right back

They say there’s no such thing as a Free Lunch
Bullshit
I had a lot of those at P.S. 151
Punchline Heavy
Better cop a Speed Bag
Patrick Ewing niggas
No Chips
A lot of Knee Pads

I shoot straight
Watch the fake curl
I let you pick it up like an Around The Way Girl
They say Life is a Bitch
I’m like: Hey Girl
I can deal,with the Attitude
Just say you’re Mine
Give me all that Good Stuff
And let me hit it from Behind
Tell me all the little wishes that be On Your Mind
Food for Thought
Y’all do the Dishes
Call me PRIME!