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Intro

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They said we couldn't share the same sky

Now both of us alive

Verse 1

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Son I woke up with the flatline hum

Heard the machines beepin like the last drum

White room cold sheets sweat on the chrome

Thought about the beef we fed till it was grown

The bullet had my name on a custom tag

But heaven sent me back with a shoulder bag

Filled with all the years I wasted on the beef

Two legends and one table never sat and ate

Verse 2

I seen your face in the flicker of the tube

Broken system all the news were lyin too

They drew a line and told us pick a side

Two fires from the same one match lit

I was coolin in the cut watchin you rise

Every tatt on your skin was a compromise

I ain't died and that fact messed with my mind

Now I'm back to clear the smoke between our lines

Verse 3

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Let's talk lucre over custom leather seats

Drop-top Maybach slidin through the streets

I got the calico holstered in the trunk

But my mouth is what I'm loadin when I speak

They wanted us to bleed each other out for the crown

Two kings never meant to wear it down

I apologize for every verse I spat in haste

The years we lost can't ever be replaced

Verse 4

Pa the youngins watch the way we trade the bar

Two ghosts in the flesh actin like the scar

Never shook the hand that held the other's fate

Now I'm crackin jokes about it over dinner plates

Ain't no statute on this trust we gotta build

Every empty slot in the story gets refilled

They can spin the record till the needle wears

But we the only two who know how heavy it bears

Bridge

We almost took the secret to the grave

Two voices that the whole world tried to save

Different coasts same current underneath

Now the only war is over who gets the last piece

Verse 5

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They bet the casket would swallow up the sound

But the pavement fed me back when I was found

I forgive you for the words they made you say

The typewriter was pointed at us both anyway

So pop the bottle let the bubbles hit the sky

Olive branch ain't a weapon it's a truce on the rise

From here on out they book us on the same damn stage

Front row seat watchin us turn the page

Verse 6

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The old me woulda traded fades for cream

Now the only empire that I chase is peace

We made the label richer off our broken bond

Now we built a bridge where the bridge was gone

So let the critics try to break the trance

They just checkin the score while we in the dance

Two phoenixes who rose from the same delay

Big and Pac alive and we ain't got nothin left to say