| You say you heard a lot about me
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| Nigga, fuck what you heard
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| It’s all fun and games 'til it happens like a Based God curse
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| Yeah, cell keep tickin' on me like I’m six-one-seven
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| My cousin steez Stizz like he’s six-one-seven, okay
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| Devil on my shoulder, marijuana from Boulder
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| You know my niggas in this muthafuckin' bitch
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| If bein' ugly was pretty, I’d be the shit
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| Never been nowhere, but these niggas, they love to trip
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| Eritrea, Ethiopia, Habesha utopia
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| Bitches gettin' cold, then niggas grab your Patagonias
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| So I Toby acquired her
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| I had to get a baby who could make me get wired up
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| You know I’m 'bout that action
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| My nigga Marc could get it crackin'
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| Open up your soul and take your body like, «What's ha’nnin'»
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| I’m not a succulent or sucker, baby girl
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| These roots made me, I bring my flowers to the world (Yeah)
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| It’s on me
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| When my flaws like ice, keep my soul inside (No, no, oh)
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| The sun is on me
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| And my stems don’t bite if the light shines bright (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
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| It’s rainin' on me
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| My guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a life
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| I got my own seeds (Yeah)
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| They ripped my petals to my six 'cause my roots won’t die
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| Check this out
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| Like humans and animals
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| Plants need both water and nutrients to survive, food
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| Most all plants use water to carry moisture, nutrients
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| Back and forth between the roots and leaves
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| Bitch
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| Searchin' for my shelter through the storm
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| I find peace, my safe haven, keepin' me far away from harm
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| Nevertheless, the greener grass is proof the roots are strong
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| But now we standin' here, divided, choose the side where you belong
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| Mama, keep the lights on
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| Yeah, all I see is red, so we awake the dead
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| She likes my third eye, she loves my third leg
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| This my third time around the worldwide, winds
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| Give me the Versai-, Versac-, Benz, put work in
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| Made my words work with pens, scribblin' sins, I drop gems
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| I don’t got tick-tock time for them, seeds or stems
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| Evil men plottin', we see you 'cause we watching
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| We see you, believe me you, we see you (Mr. Route)
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| Get your ass up out that grass and stretch your limbs
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| Photosynthesis, I see the future picture, take a glimpse
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| Everything you tryna have is in your grab, so get a grip (Mr. Route)
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| It’s for the kids (Mr. Route)
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| Yo, what it is?
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| It’s on me
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| When my flaws like ice, keep my soul inside (No, no, oh)
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| The sun is on me
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| And my stems don’t bite if the light shines bright (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
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| It’s rainin' on me
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| My guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a life
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| I got my own seeds (Yeah)
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| They ripped my petals to my six 'cause my roots won’t die
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| (What the fuck)
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| Holy holy holy, holy holy holy (Let me grow)
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| Holy holy holy, holy holy holy
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| Holy holy holy, holy holy holy (Let me grow)
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| Holy holy holy, holy holy holy
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| Holy holy holy, holy holy holy (Let me grow)
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| Holy holy holy, holy holy holy
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| Holy holy holy, holy holy holy (Let me grow)
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| Holy holy holy, holy holy holy (Let me grow)
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| Let me grow |