| Yeah
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| Okay
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| Eat the apple
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| Love the apple
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| Break the apple
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| Eat the apple
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| Love the apple
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| Break the apple
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| Eat the apple
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| Love the apple
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| Break the apple
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| Eat the apple
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| Love the apple
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| Break the apple
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| Yeah
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| Love the apple
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| Eat the apple
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| I made a movie with Nike, couldn’t do me
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| It seems like the fate of humanity is self-proving
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| Now every time that I’m alone I get to the endless dueling on myself
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| I couldn’t get this knowledge on the shelf
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| Imma tell the truth until it gets to you
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| All that dirty shit you’re doing leaves a residue
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| You kiss the devil with God standing right next to you
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| And I don’t know if I can let that be acceptable
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| Finna' get the truth out of you
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| Ready, tell me what’s red
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| Nigga, tell me what’s blue
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| Said you couldn’t walk my path even in my own shoes
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| And I thought I wasn’t ready but Shake gave me the cue
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| I’m putting pieces together
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| My mind is gorilla glue
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| My mind is gorilla glue
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| Hopped outta' reality sober
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| Realisations of taking over the voices all in my mental
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| I’ll be coming after this
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| Screaming damn it’s preordained
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| With a four-leaf clover all on his own
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| 19 and nigga’s so grown
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| Came to the conclusion that this fucking house isn’t a home
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| Can’t wait to sit on my throne where i face the facts that I’m safe being alone
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| Imma get weird until I weird 'em out
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| So I can isolate myself from all the handouts
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| Eat the apple
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| Love the apple
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| Break the apple
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| Eat the apple
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| Love the apple
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| Break the apple
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| Eat the apple
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| Love the apple
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| Break the apple
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| Eat the apple
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| Love the apple
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| Break the apple
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| Yeah
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| Love the apple
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| Eat the apple
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| This the moment where i speak my peace
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| Can’t stay for too long rody, i gotta breeze
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| Been that young nigga grinding with no place to sleep
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| My homies mother gave me shelter and a plate to eat
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| Everyday i wake up with a place to be
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| The early bird get the worm and awake the streets
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| It’s Mr Roam Alone in your chromosome
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| Low key with it, can’t watch me through the mobile phone
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| And if you calling mine with the broad and you know the tone
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| I don’t even know why you playing with me
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| It’s shades 50 I shine, oh
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| Came to the city and i take you to grime, oh
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| I’m just tryna' send the vision out to the blindfold
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| Seem like everybody walking with blindfolds
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| Am i bugging?
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| Fuck it, there’s no discussion
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| Ain’t like they ever listen
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| And what’s it all worth, when the apple is bitten?
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| And she just want another taste
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| Shot for shot like this is a race
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| Slow it down baby, know your pace
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| Watch your mouth baby, know your place
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| Keep it cool, there’ll be no delays
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| Eat the apple
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| Love the apple
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| Break the apple
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| Eat the apple
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| Love the apple
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| Break the apple
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| Eat the apple
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| Love the apple
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| Break the apple
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| Yeah
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| Break the apple
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| Break the apple
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| Yeah
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| Chomping on these things
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| Shorty jumping on the sins
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| Love the way you sting but I’m losing at the end
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| Distracted by the trade, trade, trade
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| Got the wrong ting, ting, ting
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| Uzi give me wing, wing, wings
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| Uzi give me wings
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| Uzi give me wings
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| Eat the apple |