| Bitch, I’m made for this shit
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| Business tainted as shit
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| I ain’t apologising, I’m facing the shit
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| Start embracing the shit
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| Say hey to the kid
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| Front and center in the field, Willie Mays in this bitch
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| Man, I always been a vet at the core like Chevrolet
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| You just want enough, never more, and I can’t relate
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| World in my hands, so yours I never shake
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| Only blades in your back’s from your shoulders, there’s 7, 8—
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| Knives in mine, where’d they come from? |
| You!
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| Hop in line, hear that click clack, BOOM
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| Now is the time you should get that tomb
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| Know you wanted me in it but it don’t fit two
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| Acting woke, I laugh and joke
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| 'Cause you the one had the most, let it pass and go
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| Expecting rewards for no effort like you passing go
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| Like you monopolized on me, but actually, no
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| I think it’s time I grind harder than I ever have
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| All things that bring peace seem to never last
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| Bud loud, screaming, «I'll never, ever, ever, ever land»
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| They ask me to ski, always been afraid of an avalanche
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| They look for the antidote
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| I say they need better cope—
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| Mechanisms, oestrogen levels higher than any hoe
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| Slut for a distraction 'cause action ain’t what they ready for
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| And failure ain’t an option for you 'cause it’s inevitable
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| They ask me how I feel, I’m feeling amazing
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| Thank God every day that he made me
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| Don’t always gotta be a product of what we was raised in
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| Although, I know a lot of times; |
| it’s easy to feel caged in
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| But that’s life, that’s growth, and we all go through it
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| Done a lot, wished a lot not included—
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| In our story, but it’s boring if we all wasn’t stupid
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| Special, but we not 'cause we all still human
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| (Yeah)
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| Quarantine got my eyes on all the things—
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| I took for granted, the importance of being—
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| Able to stay present, not just overseeing—
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| Our problems, all got 'em, but most of us seem—
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| To just focus on all the bad
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| Just to get out the house, I’d take it all it back
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| Get to work at resolving the ones I have—
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| To prepare for the ones that I haven’t met
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| The world falling, I hope this ain’t a sign of the apocalypse
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| Back to how us humans is stupid, we always talking shit
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| And now we on our knees, begging Lord, «Please stop this shit!»
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| He put our ass in check, don’t forget 'cause now he on top again
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| It got me hoping that he knows that his point’s, clear
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| Imagine if he don’t, bet he won’t, care
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| (Brrr)
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| Onomatopoeia, that’s him, he just hit me up and told me talk is cheap,
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| he listening to no prayers
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| Got a lot to make up for
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| Still we want more
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| All we do is take, take, take 'til we numb to it
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| Never look what’s on our plates 'til he come through and takes from what he
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| made, leaving us with a crumb or two
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| Hoping that it humbles you
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| At least some of you
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| As long as it don’t trouble you, you ain’t giving a fuck, it’s true
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| A lot of you look at L’s for others as a W and still expect the world to show
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| unconditional love for you
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| Fuck you! |