| Oh I arose
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| From the bushes
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| In the corner of the room
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| Like a rose from the vine
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| Ain’t this time that I could bloom?
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| When my toes hit the ground
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| We divided by the fumes
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| And we broken
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| That I ain’t the life I chosen
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| I’m golden
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| Why you looking up for?
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| Cause they let me down.
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| And I don’t give a fuck
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| If you ain’t showing love
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| Cause… I just do this for my homies on the ground
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| And everybody that supported me
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| Cause all y’all niggas are important to me
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| You got my ass up off the floor, you see?
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| Reminded me that’s there’s more to see
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| And paint the picture, that deported me
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| I climbed the mountain, ain’t there more to reach?
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| And sipped the fountain, but the core is greed
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| And found the challenge, to bite the balance
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| That might be callous, to fight the malice
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| To heat the chalice and seek the talent
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| I built my own team from the homies that I love
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| And when I blow up, everybody get a cut
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| If you ain’t on my side, what the hell you waiting for?
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| Only got like 9 seconds ‘fore I close the whole
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| Door on you, bored of you |
| Oh I arose
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| From the bushes
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| In the corner of the room
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| Like a rose from the vine
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| Ain’t this time that I could bloom?
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| When my toes hit the ground
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| We divided by the fumes
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| And we broken
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| That I ain’t the life I chosen
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| I’m golden
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| Oh I arose
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| Now my feelings in a float
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| Far from healing in a boat
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| But only I know
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| That I could fill it with the soap
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| To wash my sins of all the hope
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| I been a ghost
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| Guess its time to resurrect
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| I suppose
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| I been cruising through the walls
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| Of the coast
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| I been bruising through the feelings
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| I hold
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| Any minute I conceal it
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| So
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| Why you… looking…up… for?
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| Cause they let me down.
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| Down to the deepest depths
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| I need to flex
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| And see the flesh
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| And I don’t give a fuck
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| If heaters next
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| I need to rest
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| And beat the test
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| But only morning
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| Now I’m yawning
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| Time is spawning
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| On a mission
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| I been missing
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| From the vixen
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| That could trap
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| Inside the prison
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| Listen, but
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| Whoa, that’s way too much words for you
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| You arose from the term of two
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| I could sense you deserve the rules
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| In this motion, I curve the crew |
| Shift your focus, you honing to
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| Mix this potion with sermons too
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| I could tell that you’re learning too
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| Now it’s time for promotion
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| Oh I arose
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| From the bushes
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| In the corner of the room
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| Like a rose from the vine
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| Ain’t this time that I could bloom?
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| When my toes hit the ground
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| We divided by the fumes
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| And we broken
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| That I ain’t the life I chosen
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| I’m golden |