| I got my mind on the prize, wheels on the roll
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| Eyes to the skies, bless my soul
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| Rush… Rush
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| I was on Avalon, in a Avalon
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| With the window down, two notche for TV on
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| Yeah, that’s what he be on
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| California sunshine, heater on
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| I laid the text but sometimes niggas read it wrong
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| Still a slave to the page, no beeper on
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| If the sky tell lies then let me lie (where?)
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| In the same home that the reaper own
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| Fire, feel the degrees rising in this song
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| Keep the degree pollutin' your speakers till I’m gone
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| Became a tree, mama your seed is growin'
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| Niggas see me, see where I’m going
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| Uphill, and I keep going
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| Through the red lights, through the roadblocks
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| My headlights blind the opposition
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| Ain’t got 200 on the dash but I’m doing half
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| When I roll through the city it gives me a rush, rush
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| Swear to god it makes my adrenaline rush, rush, rush, rush, rush
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| So when you see me in the street I’m always in a rush, rush, rush
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| I’m always in a (yeaaah) rush, rush, rush
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| I’m always in a rush, rush, rush, rush, rush (yeaaah)
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| So when you see me in the street
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| I’m always in a rush
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| Rolling down central, in a bucket but I’m feeling presidential
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| Breaking down swisha’s, filling 'em with indo
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| Ho’s trying to date a nigga like info’s
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| I’m flying right by 'em like holla back
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| Hoping they won’t see me through the tinted windows
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| Bending corners like I ain’t got a bookmark
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| Ain’t got the most paper but I’m booksmart
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| I’m speeding through life like fuck it all (My nigga)
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| I got my word and my fuckings balls (My nigga)
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| And that’s my word I’m a fucking ball (My nigga)
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| Control the earth so I can have a ball (My nigga)
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| I’m moving at a fast pace and I ain’t slowing up for Nathan
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| Paparazzi follow me but they can’t keep up the tape
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| You ain’t talking longterm and you ain’t talking my language
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| Don’t trip, we still popping like a stainless
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| Fo' real
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| When I roll through the city it gives me a rush, rush
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| Swear to god it makes my adrenaline rush, rush, rush, rush, rush
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| So when you see me in the street I’m always in a rush, rush, rush
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| I’m always in a (yeaaah) rush, rush, rush
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| I’m always in a rush, rush, rush, rush, rush (yeaaah)
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| So when you see me in the street
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| I’m always in a rush
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| Del Amo, Del Amo
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| Eyes on the prize, wheels on the roll
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| Eyes to the skies, bless my soul
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| Rush… Rush |