| Coming fresh off the boat pockets full of hope
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| Masked up, anonymous about to pull a Ghost
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| Navigating inside rooms, that’s full of G.O.A.T.s
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| If you talking from the side of grill they gonna pull your coat
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| At a point, where pressure situations got comfortable
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| You get one life, that heartbeat is not refundable
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| Kiss my momma on forehead yo I got this
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| Watch this, put on a show regardless
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| Aura colossus, paparazz (i) photographers
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| My prerogative was nothing but to body this
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| Rock the house and then I’m out of there
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| We grabbed the bag and then we dipped out without a care
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| Skittles inside my pockt like Trayvon
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| Hit up the after hour spot my song cam on
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| African Chain on, the African James Bond
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| Stand behind it with my life, what I put my name on
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| Broke thru the matrix in ‘86
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| U can see my destiny, written on my face since my baby pics
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| I ain’t afraid of it though
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| I let the game come to me, I ain’t chasing no more
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| This is chapter 3
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| Right after the first two when I mastered me
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| In the land of the blind grab the cash like it’s free
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| Any less is blasphemy
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| Chapter 3
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| Right after the first two when I mastered me
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| In the land of the blind will we ever be free?
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| I guess only in time we’ll see |