| You, me, backseat
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| Right now, I don’t play
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| But you’re not here, you say come through
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| Right now, I’m on my way
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| Stress on my mind, life
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| Test every time, I
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| Can not rewind
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| Any of it
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| I hope they do Bill O’Reilly like they did Bill Cosby
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| Point and take pictures while they hang our bodies
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| Wait, let me stop
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| I ain’t mean to let you in my thoughts
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| I’m supposed to stay relatable
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| Gotta dumb it down, they don’t want me being lyrical
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| Gotta gun you down, they don’t want me being spiritual
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| They gon' stone me down, soon as I perform a miracle
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| Fuck it, here we go
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| Water into wine, dollar from a dime
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| A judge in a river, look at how they did her
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| Accomplished a little, your rights ain’t civil
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| You never understand the pain my heart’s been through
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| I bet they move in on Chicago’s youth
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| A hundred troops, guns out like there are no rules
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| Your charge it to the game and hope the card go through
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| And still stress out when the car notes due
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Will they do O’Reilly like they did?
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| Trump and Spicer just the new age Nazis
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| Make sure you got your cameras out if they pop me
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| Michael became king, they be killing him senseless
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| I don’t want the royalty, look at how they do Prince
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| I just want my royalties like dollars every cent
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| They kill you even after you dead, do you repent?
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| Do you resent? |
| Do you repeat? |
| Do you invent?
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| Got true intent? |
| Do you depend
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| On anyone? |
| Are you a friend?
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| Do you look in the mirror and say, «Not you again»?
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| Or do you love what you see?
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| I’m in love with this beat, in love with these streets
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| But lately I’ve been loving my peace, can’t nothing compete
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| I see (what you see?)
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| Nefertiti in my dreams, I see (what else you see?)
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| No freebies in my team
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| I see no in-betweens, can’t give into my fears
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| Now raise your glass when you see me cheers
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| You niggas bummy, we ain’t peers
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| I feel like with the ear
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| I drip Visine in my third eye
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| Catch me swerving down baseline, curb side
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| You, me, backseat
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| Right now, I don’t play
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| But you’re not here, you say come through
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| Right now, I’m on my way
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| Stress on my mind, life
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| Test every time, I
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| Can not rewind
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| Any of it
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| This had to be how Tony felt before he hit the 900
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| My ex left me with a broken heart
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| Don’t you know you can die from it?
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| Lord, I don’t know your plans, I’m just a man
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| But I know you designed something
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| Meditate, and mind running
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| Slow it down, fine substance
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| Living on different sides of the world
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| Can’t put a price on that
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| My God-speed, watch me move
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| Stone work, I put my life on that
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| Fuck your iPhone rap
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| Nigga say something from your soul
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| And that ain’t a rap, I’m just cold (ice)
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| Yeah, groovy, black inside,
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| In a pit of mud, all white clothes
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| And you, tell us come out clean
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| And we do just that
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| Moon-walking, you say I don’t talk black
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| The shroom’s talking, you sound dumb
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| I don’t wanna talk about cars
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| We teleport on Mars
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| And even Nas told us say the world’s ours
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| But still everybody want to be a star
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| We got played by the homies out in Boston
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| If I knew what I knew now I would’ve lost it
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| Hit looked out, B done overcharged us
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| And that was back when them niggas did Flawless
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| got hacked kept balling
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| I drop 60 even if the refs call it
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| Now you know the whole story
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| Bounced back two times
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| Meet me in the face tell me that ain’t some bullshit
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| That’s what she like, at least that’s what I thought
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| The homies said she can’t live this life
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| Plus you black and she white
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| And I said shut up (that's ignorant)
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| White girls, waddup
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| Black girls, waddup
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| My thick stack girls, waddup
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| That reminds me
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| You, me, backseat
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| Right now, I don’t play
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| But you’re not here, you say come through
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| Right now, I’m on my way
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| Stress on my mind, like
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| Test every time, I
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| Can not rewind
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| Any of it
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| The last lights |