| Uh, too much trauma to count the scars
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| I laid down the bricks in this house of ours
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| Bitches mount the stars, every October, there’s monster bars
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| Fuck an entourage, take your ass back to your mom’s garage
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| I’m here to stomp the frauds
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| Blood on my shoes and my outfit’s hard
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| I need a council card, I’m losin' myself
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| Two arms to guard, flew through miles of fog
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| Land where it’s hard to pronounce the broads
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| All for steady work for hatin'-ass niggas, few thousand jobs
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| Keep your foul facade, a hundred
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| A hundred percent to the finish, I hope the entire panel’s critics
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| Nothin' in common with quitters, check out my analytics
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| There ain’t no such thing as 'can't', that’s how we handle limits
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| And wrappin' the work, I cross over to the piano business
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| Won’t get the steal on me, my handle different
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| I’ve seen this shit before, the channel’s glitchin'
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| Follow my manuscriptin'
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| And money ain’t everything, but need a damn prescription
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| You niggas can’t be around here without permission
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| Make it without leavin' your soul
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| Awareness is the key to control
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| You fall, get back up, breathe and reload
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| Tellin' is tellin', fuck the reason he told
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| Word to the young, wild and reckless, hope you live to be old
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| Ain’t nothin' like reachin' a goal
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| They turn on you, they eatin' too slow
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| Some friends, you gotta leave on the road
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| The streets’ll hurt you, better leave 'em alone
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| Unless you ready, he who wears the crown knows it’s heavy (Uh)
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| All of the losers miss me, therefore my mood is shifty
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| Talkin' your worth don’t mean a thing, you gotta prove it to me
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| I need the newest sticky, foreign car that’s doin' sixty
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| Bought up in this land, the bloodsuckers never get blue when hickeyed
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| The newest Louis in maroon, I’m picky
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| The respectable dawgs’ll quit me, the reason none of your rumors fit me
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| Figured the independent route’ll push the check through
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| Niggas was quiet, but when your mics weren’t on, they disrespect you
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| The neighborhood made me special, most comfortable when the temp is risin'
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| Make classic shit out of nothin', that’s what I specialize in
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| I pull up, it’s lyrical exercisin'
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| You’re evil on the inside, it won’t matter, your physical’s mesmerizin'
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| Nothin' came to me easily, do you believe in me?
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| Weavin' out of reality, always there when I need to be
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| Move, don’t let the demons see, I got it on lock
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| Go key-for-key, ain’t no teachin' me, I been through it all repeatedly
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| Make it without leavin' your soul
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| Awareness is the key to control
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| You fall, get back up, breathe and reload
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| Tellin' is tellin', fuck the reason he told
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| Word to the young, wild and reckless, hope you live to be old
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| Ain’t nothin' like reachin' a goal
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| They turn on you, they eatin' too slow
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| Some friends, you gotta leave on the road
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| The streets’ll hurt you, better leave 'em alone
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| Unless you ready, he who wears the crown knows it’s heavy |