| Everything expires but not the fuel to my fire
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| Every toke I’m higher skyscraper like the Empire
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| Brooklyn nigga I’m Goliath
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| Too stoned, whenever light up
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| I deliver like I’m Midas
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| Straight gold not even tryin'
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| Gs move in silence, surveillance around us
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| Search for Nirvana souls get eaten by governed piranhas
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| Open your iris to to the signs and the omens beside us
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| That’s why we ridin' with the shotty Gears of War don’t try us
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| I keep an AK in my trap door lift the wood you’ll find it
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| I took a vacay from the rap game and I’m still the flyest
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| I fornicate and puff Grade A while on resorts and islands
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| Seen all sorts of violence
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| Took some losses through it all I triumph
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| They can not break a G O D stackin' the K 'till he obese
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| Switch my lanes like Need for Speed
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| Use my brain like NZT
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| A cast away, you lost at sea
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| Try ride the wave but you ain’t G
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| Ain’t no time for perpetrators only real, my team supreme
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| Hey
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| Everything expires but not the fuel to my fire
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| Every toke I’m higher skyscraper like the Empire
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| Brooklyn nigga I’m Goliath
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| Too stoned, whenever I light up
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| I deliver like I’m Midas
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| Straight gold not even tryin'
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| Took the crucifix up off my neck ain’t got no time to pray
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| I’ve been sticking to myself in constant battle with my faith
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| I be floatin' round the city only fake shit in my face
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| Demons taking over everything real quick like ándale
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| See we living in a holocaust this is a silent war
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| But I kick back burn the connoisseur and hit like Molotov
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| All my pages kinda soft, got a problem knock em' off
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| Chop em' up like we in store now that’s a dinner for my dog
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| I grew up on Lil' Weezy man shout out to Hollygrove
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| Told me check that fettuccine like I’m whippin' on the stove
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| I remember growin' up these niggas took me as a joke
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| Now I came up out the back I’m imitating Rosa Parks
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| Standing like they down for somethin'
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| They ain’t bout' nothin'
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| Acting like they out here really stuntin'
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| They mostly frontin'
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| No I bet you keep your job up bustin'
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| I bet he bluffin'
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| Nigga’s softer than my mother’s muffin
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| Move like McLovin
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| Ain’t a saint livin' amongst us see we all fuckin' sinners
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| And the ones inside the Church they mostly lost than delivered
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| Got a global dominance to make the war fuckin' finished
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| If you really got the world inside your palm close your fingers
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| Do your thing, you can pray up to the Lord for your riches
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| But the bigger picture niggas fuckin' poor in the scripture
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| Grip the cross around my neck like take control and defend us
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| Demon on my shoulder said that Jesus gone 'till November
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| Lawd…
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| When I’m on the record like Guiness I’m passin' limits uh
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| Travel like I’m moving my pivot I gotta get it bruh
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| Shorty fell in love with my image I lift her spirits up
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| A privilege if AK tryna hit it her man be wit' it
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| Offer after offer give your daughter to this author
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| Give her life, nobody taught him
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| On this shit had to work hard for
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| An iller breed with ignorant tendencies
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| That hot shit I deliver so I know they remember me
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| Like fiends they comin' back bumpin' your shit made em' relapse
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| I got the Buddha, got the Jack
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| Lil' mama where you at
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| For all this karma got my back
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| But we still mobbin' with this track
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| Like a toddler in Iraq, with the knowledge we the gat'
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| Standing like they down for somethin'
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| They ain’t bout' nothin'
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| Acting like they out here really stuntin'
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| They mostly frontin'
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| No I bet you keep your job up bustin'
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| I bet he bluffin'
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| Nigga’s softer than my mother’s muffin
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| Move like McLovin |