| Caught up with the audience
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| Caught up with the audience
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| Cause you’re out of view
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| Boom, like a tidal wave
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| I’m trying, but I cannot save you
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| I can’t
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| City to city, a youg legend fulfilling my dreams shattering ceiling
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| It got me feeling myself
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| Look how I’m fitting the belt, they never give me a chance
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| I never give 'em a breath, keep a foot on they neck
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| I go deep to the depts, subeged in it
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| I’m the urge, nigga
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| I’m killing these niggas off, call me the purge
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| Layers of inner thoughts, you’re playin' 'em in your car
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| But really you’re in my head like Yamaka synagogeus
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| Bassy been a problem they probably could never solve
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| Lck me at the bottom, they probably got better odds than knockin' the rings off
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| Saturn
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| Find it hard to settle, I want it all forever
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| The speech, it don’t get me bother and the streets, you ain’t get involved in
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| Ya’ll sweet like some kindergarteners
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| I got heat and I’m feeling heartless, heartless
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| I been making all these songs just for you hear
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| Get these niggas outta here like a Uber here
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| Gang Dreamville run the game and we coming for anything, man
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| If we ask, they abide, pain from sacrafice
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| Had to leave my other half on the side
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| I just laugh when my stock on the rise
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| Stack all this cash, couldn’ve overdraft if I tried
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| I need to reset myself (without you)
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| I won’t neglect myself (without you)
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| I had to test myself (without you)
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| I think I’m at my best (without you)
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| Boom, like a tidal wave
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| I’m trying but I cannot save (you)
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| I can’t
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| These pups ain’t war-ready
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| Getting lost in the city like Doc Gooden, Strawberry
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| When the block hot, tel Cosby I got puddin' already
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| In the drop top, bitch hop in it all ready
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| Yelling «fuck the cops,"middle fingers to the opps
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| Stop with it already, our efforts get nothing but aftershock
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| Crampin' myself but I got hot iwth already
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| This for the phony in his sleep
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| Throwin' up goat emojis, niggas lookin' like some sheep
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| Presidential Rollie on me, bitch, 'm rollin' like a sheik
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| You ain’t though, gettin' low, I coulda caught you on my sleeve
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| Took my girls to Japan, do some shopping' and, man
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| I could show you new options
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| Do what you want when you poppin'
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| Made a few loan to my partners to out a hole in your top
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| Just to pend a week in Colombia fuckin' hoes, eating tapas
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| Damn, if we ain’t home they adopt us
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| I live round here, I live round here
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| I need to reset myself (without you)
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| I won’t neglect myself (without you)
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| I had to test myself (without you)
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| I think I’m at my best (without you)
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| Boom, like a tidal wave
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| I’m trying but I cannot save (you)
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| I can’t |