| Yeah
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| Look, yeah
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| Man, I’m out here giving trays to the poor
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| Man, what the fuck do y’all portray?
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| Been called broke by niggas that I don’t fuck with all the way
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| I’m old school with Dr. J
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| At Rucker Park today
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| I’m Kyrie when his jersey not tucked in all the way, murder
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| My vise versa would change through it, vice verses
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| Barely come to the service, I been through the epidermis
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| Rappers be signing like they be spittin' that shit in cursive
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| Life starts to make sense when you livin' out niggas verses, aw
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| I lost brotherhoods with people I ain’t think I would
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| I ain’t know that your sacrifice had a limit
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| Look, I lost brotherhoods with people I ain’t think
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| Instead of being here to witness, now you gotta bear witness, aw
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| Pull up in fear, but you can’t pull up a chair
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| Had you head up all the time, let it down and blood appear
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| All I hear is sin, yeah, I got that Joe Budden ear
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| Forever here like spaghetti stains in Tupperware
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| World premier with people that pucker up with the puppeteer
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| Made me wearin' this situation to persevere, nah
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| The rapper that CD go to rapper, 3 musketeers
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| You hustle 'round, I take your people, I’m comin' like Paul Revere, pause
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| And do the blood on spears, I shake spears like Britney havin' a seizure,
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| ain’t playin' Julius Caesar
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| Like writin' lefty in pencil, words did get smudged
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| And everything went bad like the fridge unplugged
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| With these words, blame it on JAY-Z
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| With other main verses, you never could microwave me
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| I kill ya, I keep my record clean
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| Like the radio wanna play this S.A.P
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| Everything you hearin' from me, you can’t even blame me, clear
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| Vintage frames over the dark brown iris
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| Y’all hear a song and make somethin' that sound like it
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| I hear a song and I only care if my mom like it
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| I take the mic on stage and then I’m blind sighted
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| Perfect combination between humble and confident
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| It was mine, you meant to say it was a monument
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| And it’s cool that the talent don’t get acknowledgement
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| This shit is written, we livin' after approximate
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| 'Noyd
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| Fuck, yeah, yeah, uh
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| In advise
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| Yeah, yeah, uh
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| In advise
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| Yeah, yeah, uh
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| In advise
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| Label a sinner who lost religion and found meaning and speakin' wit' God
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| Through confidants who kindly wade through the law
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| We both required keys, but keepin' it raw
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| And for my dogs it was means of movin' narcotics through paws
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| But you see for me I resembled cars
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| After 2013 I needed a push to get started
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| With the belief, this kind of drive gets you farther than most
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| You confiscatin' my pad or just my quotes
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| I’m aware there’s more than one way of taking notes
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| It’s the takeover
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| Like a boo-boo in the booth
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| I’m puchin' in like I’m broken to purchase new things
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| My sober minds 100-proof
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| Invader rollin' loose-leaf
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| My pastor sayin' «Lieutenant, get defensive» while they Drew Brees
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| I escape through the loose leaf
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| No glory and grief, got doubt on my sleeve
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| Had 'em silver with gold standards ain’t shit out of my league
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| I adjusted to climate change I am fatigue
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| Lil Yacht don’t get what you saying, well that boat ain’t for me
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| I emerged from the abdomen of the beast
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| I slept on floorboards and backseats
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| I sacrificed a lot for a dream
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| In the world of niggas to deep in they sleep
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| Oh so believe I’ll leave your cheek a lil uzi if you fuckin' with me
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| I ain’t a killer either
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| I’m just a dread with a little Caeser
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| A general who delivers with or without the dough
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| But y’all can keep the cheese if it motivates you to be a leader
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| You keep the guns if it motivates you to be a Peter
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| See I’m bred different, you motivated by pieces of pita
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| We bred different, I been the one, see the swoosh on the sneaker
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| I feel the soul through the speakers
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| I’m motivated by freedom
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| My motivation been the voice of the people
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| They said write a 28 or two straight 16s
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| See I roll between seasons of 2K15
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| It feels seamless, like a seamstress who can’t make your jeans fit
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| Needless to say I’m a genius, separation from a G and a J
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| Or a lion when he’s seeing his prey
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| Or the Messiah when he’s seeing us pray
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| You’re a pariah that I need the filet
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| Easy to say, I’ma retire as the king of my day, Martin Luther |
| I’ve been in this position before
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| Kama Sutra, hallelujah
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| The screen go blah!
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| I’m a Kuma, make your dome crack
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| Now the doctor gotta borrow sutures
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| Give 'em strong maneuvers consider y’all manure
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| That’s your girl of your dreams, I call that whore a kreuger
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| Wait; |
| horror; |
| Kreuger, I bet the broad a cougar
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| Back in '08, I made all the people follow Supras
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| Now they tie 'em together and toss 'em in Montezuma’s
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| Your family tree ain’t tough dawg, I hear the bark frontin'
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| Stand up, get re-seated like you just bought something
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| See, you get cooked in the grill, like you just caught something
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| Hip-hop's, we’re up next to control like the alt button
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| Tell you the truth, I don’t like the love it kinda sucks
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| I prick my finger then get a paper to write in blood
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| I make a whole album out of it, now I’m kinda buzzed
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| I’m lightheaded off raps, that’s the highest drug
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| We gettin' high, epitomize the realest guy
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| Really fry from the city signs where Biggie died
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| Criticize and vilified but still alive
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| If I catch 'em I won’t sympathize, you’ve been advised
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| You’ve been advised, I’m sick and tired, so pick a side
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| You Bruce, Kendall and Kylie so you choosing genocide
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| Synthesizing photosynthesis, Synth is the sun of god, no sign
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| I hold the weight inside and Gemini
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| My album a lot of shit that’ll stick like a shish kebab
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| Put the emph in in emphasize, your service has been denied
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| Every time I got a 20 I would put the 10 aside
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| This generation is good if you stay to synchronize
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| You’ve been advised |