| Ridin around and my shit should be tinted
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| I’m makin some faces, bitch look at me in it
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| Everyone fake in all of these pictures
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| So I don’t need friend and I don’t need limits
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| I don’t need friends and I don’t need limits
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| I just bee building, countin these digits
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| I don’t need friends and I don’t need limits
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| Stay to myself, stay to myself
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| I feel like everybody round me tryna get me a lot
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| Fly trap, couldn’t catch me in a stickier spot
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| Maybe its just cuz I’m the shit and they keep sniffing me out
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| Try with all they fuckin might but they can’t figure me out
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| I got the gauze tape, crow bar, r8, saw blade
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| Pull up on a nigga with the long case, shawshanked
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| Yall don’t get it at all
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| Bitch I’m Kobe! |
| Gimme the ball, aye!
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| I see shots I’ma take it and hit it
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| You seem happy just makin a livin
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| Girl with the gun, gotta make me a killin
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| Gimme who’s in charge, ion play with no children
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| Please please good lord, would you guide me
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| Lead me to my purpose and I’ma follow you blindly
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| Evil come for me need you to cover and hide me
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| Don’t let no silly nigga surprise me
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| Amen (church!)
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| Sometimes I just sit around
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| Daydreamin bout killin somethin
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| Big house with the field around
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| Put a lake in it so I swim around it
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| In n out need that number one
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| With them chilli jawns like I’m philly bound
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| You niggas swarmin too many clowns
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| Too many mouths screamin gimme now
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| I’m like get me out!
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| What the fuck is this
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| I got super powers
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| Like a fuckin myth
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| Got slaps for niggas like a open fist
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| Get a nigga scratched like a broken disc
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| In a world full of people with a hole in they soul
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| Gotta find the truth about you gotta focus the glow
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| Can’t tell me nothin I just know what I know
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| Gotta be you gotta go where you grow
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| I been had the gold
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| I been had the mold
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| I been had the vision
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| I been fightin demons
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| Since I started breathin
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| This shit is a given
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| I think whats been killing me most
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| Is not makin no honest decisions
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| About who I am
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| About who I wanna be
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| Shit in the distance
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| Shit in the distance
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| I just been living
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| Yeah, I just been living
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| Floating, spacing out in the distance
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| Runnin tryna find what I’m missin
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| Wake up, wake up
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| I just been livin
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| I’m just like who would you be if nobody was watching
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| I ask myself often, like why are you cautious
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| I need some devotion, I cant be no option
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| I’m flyin I’m floatin I can’t be held down
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| If I’m slowing the motion to pick out the blades
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| Diggin the hole, get the gifts out the grave
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| Somewhere in my journey got stuck in my ways
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| Too many problems with being unphased
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| And missin the days, when I was a youngin
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| Me and my dragon alone in the dungeon
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| Niggas couldn’t tell me not nothin bout nothin
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| I bleed wit the moon and stay up til the sunkissed
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| I knew in my heart I could do the impossible
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| Still know that now after all of these obstacles
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| I been believin the shit out my fears
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| Gotta get back to this shit near my ribs
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| Tell me its a poetry you live it from the start
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| The only way to feel it is to fumble in the dark
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| My mama told me things gon come around jus play your part
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| I gotta feel alive, I gotta feel the spark (wake up!)
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| Now I’m like who would you be if somebody would listen
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| And ask how you feel about you and the distance
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| And how shit go south with the truest intentions
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| And how you feel so far from home but still miss it
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| These niggas is petty these bitches is vicious
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| All that I know man I ain’t seen no different
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| I crop niggas out, I zoom into pictures
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| I’m lookin, I’m lookin, I’m lookin |