| People wana debate that I was sick from the start
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| Addicted to bars, I wrote till they considered it art
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| Now im the greatest, inundated, with precision I passed
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| The illest illustrated, now I’ve figured my path
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| Yeh, and every scheme, is perfection I’ve written
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| If ever, vender’s, listen, im a mention, but the menace is missing
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| Every sentence, settles, to sever a victim
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| Whatever im penning, or pending, has incredible diction
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| Every sentiment is venom, you can tell them the difference
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| Hand of God, like maradona, with a pen in the distance
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| Uh, im too sick and I ain’t changing for the market
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| I keep my pen game raw, constrained out of hardship
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| Fuck all the 16's you men rate, the hardest
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| Im roman centurions putting the end game on Carthage
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| Yeah, name a bar that’s as sick as that
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| Beast like, name a bar that could give them that?
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| I opened my eyes so I could see my path
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| I opened my eyes so I could see at last
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| I opened my eyes to redeem the facts
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| So my eyes are wide open to keep my dreams intact
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| Im the new era like the mark on your fitted cap
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| A fucking savage, like I was starved in a prison camp
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| & Fuck rappers ill charge them to give them dap
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| I make money like I was at Harvard to sit in class
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| But I was in the studio, mastering a different track
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| Dreams of being a king, even Martin considered that
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| Then the fun stopped, gun shots, to leave his picture black
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| Leaders left in coffins, their sons gonna miss their dads
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| That’s what war is, the funds keep this shit intact
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| Bodies drop daily from the funds of aristocrats
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| Fuck royalty, I’d rather cum in your sister’s snatch
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| Big D, the greatest to ever live when I grip a pad
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| I stay on point with every bar and now they’re sick of that
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| All of my competition wana try and figure that
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| But there fat fucks, get clapped up, and ill zip the bag
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| Conscripted that, now try to tell me who’s as sick as that?
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| I opened my eyes so I could see my path
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| I opened my eyes so I could see at last
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| I opened my eyes to redeem the facts
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| So my eyes are wide open to keep my dreams intact
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| I used to care what they thought about my music
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| I used to dumb my bars down just to get some views in
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| Now im viewing, life different, it’s soothing
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| My plights written, with high venom, so im improving
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| So I can build, KGR from the ground up
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| Foundations needed, audacious heathens, till they’ve crowned us
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| Yeh, but they still want to chat shit
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| Some anguish, cause im unbranded, like a maverick
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| No label, no fables, on my track list
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| It’s just me and the finish line like a track is
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| Uh, and real talk this is practice
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| Its god given, im the boss spitting, yeh im that sick
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| I breathe on a mic then perfection is born
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| It’s for the streets that I write etched to my sword
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| On the beats I reside until my affection is torn
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| Fuck defeat I would die and would have bled for a cause
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| I won’t cease I will rise that’s what my section where taught
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| I’m the deepest of guys with complexion in thoughts
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| Fuck a reason to ride I’m a enter this war
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| And let my team men collide with the henchmen they’ve brought
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| I opened my eyes so I could see my path
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| I opened my eyes so I could see at last
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| I opened my eyes to redeem the facts
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| So my eyes are wide open to keep my dreams |